Alana Evans
Pillow Talk Scene 5
Alana Evans left Kentucky as a kid and landed in California, where her own sister keeps getting mistaken for her—awkward, but it gives them both something to laugh about later. Two-hundred-plus movies sit on her shelf, and twenty of them crossed into interracial scenes. Along the way she teamed up with Wicked and Playboy, shooting enough glossy spreads and steamy features to fill a steamer trunk. Once the clothes come off, there’s no polite fade-to-black: tongues slide, hands grab, mouths work every slick curve, and bodies slam together in that sweaty, messy rhythm that leaves the sheets ruined and everyone grinning like idiots.
Alana Evans left Kentucky as a kid and landed in California, where her own sister keeps getting mistaken for her—awkward, but it gives them both something to laugh about later. Two-hundred-plus movies sit on her shelf, and twenty of them crossed into interracial scenes. Along the way she teamed up with Wicked and Playboy, shooting enough glossy spreads and steamy features to fill a steamer trunk. Once the clothes come off, there’s no polite fade-to-black: tongues slide, hands grab, mouths work every slick curve, and bodies slam together in that sweaty, messy rhythm that leaves the sheets ruined and everyone grinning like idiots.