Kira Queen struts around like she’s the reincarnation of Aphrodite, minus the whole divine attitude. Sky-blue eyes lock on the lens, that half-smile tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing. Jet-black hair, curves straight out of nature’s scrapbook, and every inch of her un-enhanced, the woman has a gift for instant tent-poling. She stepped onto the set in 2010 and the camera still hasn’t looked away. One playful wink, one slow hip sway, and an already-overstimulated viewer gets the message: tonight’s the night she rewrites their spank-bank history.
Kira Queen struts around like she’s the reincarnation of Aphrodite, minus the whole divine attitude. Sky-blue eyes lock on the lens, that half-smile tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing. Jet-black hair, curves straight out of nature’s scrapbook, and every inch of her un-enhanced, the woman has a gift for instant tent-poling. She stepped onto the set in 2010 and the camera still hasn’t looked away. One playful wink, one slow hip sway, and an already-overstimulated viewer gets the message: tonight’s the night she rewrites their spank-bank history.