

Christina Agave’s the kind of girl who makes "tight and natural" sound like a job requirement. Slender as a rumor, she popped out in Los Angeles in ’85 and traded sunshine for red-hot cameras. Now she’s all brown eyes, brown hair, and trouble—turning every set she steps on into a sweaty blur of gasps and slippery fun.

Christina Agave’s the kind of girl who makes "tight and natural" sound like a job requirement. Slender as a rumor, she popped out in Los Angeles in ’85 and traded sunshine for red-hot cameras. Now she’s all brown eyes, brown hair, and trouble—turning every set she steps on into a sweaty blur of gasps and slippery fun.