Aria hit the scene in 99, right when the internet started handing out porn like free samples. Those fake tits of hers ended up everywhere—video covers, websites, browser history—nobody missed them. She shot a couple hundred scenes and left that tight little pussy on the menu for anyone with a modem. Lean, fit, and harder to wear out than a Duracell bunny, she could keep going long after her costars hit the mat, already chasing the next orgasm. Natural fit for the industry, really. Porn gave her an endless line of guys to try every filthy idea that popped into her head. Between scenes she ditched the heels, threw on cut-offs and boots, and headed to the ranch to train horses or tinker with old muscle cars. The whole package: glamorous on camera, grease under her nails off it. Want a girl who’ll suck like a champ then out-drive you to the track? Aria’s got the tape.
Aria hit the scene in 99, right when the internet started handing out porn like free samples. Those fake tits of hers ended up everywhere—video covers, websites, browser history—nobody missed them. She shot a couple hundred scenes and left that tight little pussy on the menu for anyone with a modem. Lean, fit, and harder to wear out than a Duracell bunny, she could keep going long after her costars hit the mat, already chasing the next orgasm. Natural fit for the industry, really. Porn gave her an endless line of guys to try every filthy idea that popped into her head. Between scenes she ditched the heels, threw on cut-offs and boots, and headed to the ranch to train horses or tinker with old muscle cars. The whole package: glamorous on camera, grease under her nails off it. Want a girl who’ll suck like a champ then out-drive you to the track? Aria’s got the tape.