Lia Taylor
If Eden exists, women like Lia Taylor belong there. Her face is unearthly, her brown hair smooth against pale skin, her body curved exactly where it should be. One look and a man hardens. She entered the camera work in 2014, born in Hungary in 1991, thirty-four B at the bust, twenty-four at the waist, thirty at the hip. Onscreen she touches herself and nothing more, fingers sliding between her thighs while the lens drinks it in. Fans still hope she will open up for a hard partner, let someone fill what she has kept private so far.
Lia Taylor
If Eden exists, women like Lia Taylor belong there. Her face is unearthly, her brown hair smooth against pale skin, her body curved exactly where it should be. One look and a man hardens. She entered the camera work in 2014, born in Hungary in 1991, thirty-four B at the bust, twenty-four at the waist, thirty at the hip. Onscreen she touches herself and nothing more, fingers sliding between her thighs while the lens drinks it in. Fans still hope she will open up for a hard partner, let someone fill what she has kept private so far.
