Lezley Zen’s the kind of woman who walks in and everyone’s brain short-circuits. Dark hair, body built for sin, and a reputation that arrives five minutes before she does. Irish-Cherokee mix, tall as hell, D-cups that steal every camera’s attention—guys have been walking funny because of her for years. She likes sex the way most people like oxygen: constantly and in large amounts. Before the camera got hold of her she’d already run hotels, mixed drinks, trained bodies, and flirted with a law degree. Then one night in Myrtle Beach a working girl told her to stop teasing and jump in. First shoot was on Wicked in 2001. Turns out sex in front of lights made her even hornier, so she stuck around. Two hundred fifty-plus scenes later she’s still greedy. Train a newbie or run an orgy, Lezley’s in charge and loving it. Oh, and she shoots golf like it owes her money. If you’re curious how she handles a nine-iron, the footage’s right here.
Lezley Zen’s the kind of woman who walks in and everyone’s brain short-circuits. Dark hair, body built for sin, and a reputation that arrives five minutes before she does. Irish-Cherokee mix, tall as hell, D-cups that steal every camera’s attention—guys have been walking funny because of her for years. She likes sex the way most people like oxygen: constantly and in large amounts. Before the camera got hold of her she’d already run hotels, mixed drinks, trained bodies, and flirted with a law degree. Then one night in Myrtle Beach a working girl told her to stop teasing and jump in. First shoot was on Wicked in 2001. Turns out sex in front of lights made her even hornier, so she stuck around. Two hundred fifty-plus scenes later she’s still greedy. Train a newbie or run an orgy, Lezley’s in charge and loving it. Oh, and she shoots golf like it owes her money. If you’re curious how she handles a nine-iron, the footage’s right here.