Lina Napoli
Dancing feet
Lina Napoli slid into this crazy life on a cold Russian day back in October of '87, one hundred percent Slavic and one hundred percent trouble. At five-four she's no skyscraper, but she owns every inch—skinny frame, 112 pounds dripping wet, and those perky 34A boobs that still manage to announce themselves when she walks into a room. Add the long blonde hair, and most folks do a double-take. Her day job? The kind that gets your heart racing and your face a little red: hardcore boy-girl scenes that leave nothing to the imagination, and solo shoots where she turns the camera into a co-conspirator. If you're looking for subtle, keep scrolling; Lina came to play loud.
Lina Napoli slid into this crazy life on a cold Russian day back in October of '87, one hundred percent Slavic and one hundred percent trouble. At five-four she's no skyscraper, but she owns every inch—skinny frame, 112 pounds dripping wet, and those perky 34A boobs that still manage to announce themselves when she walks into a room. Add the long blonde hair, and most folks do a double-take. Her day job? The kind that gets your heart racing and your face a little red: hardcore boy-girl scenes that leave nothing to the imagination, and solo shoots where she turns the camera into a co-conspirator. If you're looking for subtle, keep scrolling; Lina came to play loud.