Lee Stone’s jawline could cut glass, and his shoulders look like they belong on a linebacker who moonlights at the gym. Porn-starlet booking agents call him the guy with the reliable equipment: bigger than most, quick to salute, and never needs a fluff assistant. He plays nice too, which is funny coming from a man whose biceps have their own zip code. Between scenes he’s usually pumping iron instead of drinks, which only makes the women he works with smile wider when he hits his marks.
Lee Stone’s jawline could cut glass, and his shoulders look like they belong on a linebacker who moonlights at the gym. Porn-starlet booking agents call him the guy with the reliable equipment: bigger than most, quick to salute, and never needs a fluff assistant. He plays nice too, which is funny coming from a man whose biceps have their own zip code. Between scenes he’s usually pumping iron instead of drinks, which only makes the women he works with smile wider when he hits his marks.