Niki Fox
Fox in the Trap
Niki Fox is that thin redhead with brown eyes who looks like she’s never known an ounce she didn’t need. Straight-up skinny, five-six and a cool ninety-nine pounds. Thirty-two-A on top, nothing in the middle, then a tidy thirty-three in the hips—just enough curve for her hips to know where to put it. When she turns sideways you see the tight pinch of that twenty-three-inch waist, and you wonder how anything fits through it. She walks like she owns it, all sharp angles and soft flame hair, tiny and fuck-you cocky at once.
Niki Fox is that thin redhead with brown eyes who looks like she’s never known an ounce she didn’t need. Straight-up skinny, five-six and a cool ninety-nine pounds. Thirty-two-A on top, nothing in the middle, then a tidy thirty-three in the hips—just enough curve for her hips to know where to put it. When she turns sideways you see the tight pinch of that twenty-three-inch waist, and you wonder how anything fits through it. She walks like she owns it, all sharp angles and soft flame hair, tiny and fuck-you cocky at once.