Nomi Melone, or Melon to the people who know her work, stands barely five-foot-one and tips the scale at ninety-nine pounds. Dark hair frames a face dominated by wide brown eyes. Her frame is compact, her chest modest, and a single tattoo marks her skin the way so many women mark theirs these days. Born in Hungary on the third of March, 1990, she still keeps a girlish softness that matches her size. Energy radiates from her whenever the camera rolls; she can keep pace with the hungriest lover. Most days she works alone or slips into scenes that push one fetish or another, every time stripping down and turning the lens on the things she likes best.
Nomi Melone, or Melon to the people who know her work, stands barely five-foot-one and tips the scale at ninety-nine pounds. Dark hair frames a face dominated by wide brown eyes. Her frame is compact, her chest modest, and a single tattoo marks her skin the way so many women mark theirs these days. Born in Hungary on the third of March, 1990, she still keeps a girlish softness that matches her size. Energy radiates from her whenever the camera rolls; she can keep pace with the hungriest lover. Most days she works alone or slips into scenes that push one fetish or another, every time stripping down and turning the lens on the things she likes best.