Kristina, goes by krissone, straight out of Moscow, and looks like she owns every damn camera she turns on. Twenty-seven and completely aware of how much power that body gives her. She’s got that confident Russian look – like she might kiss you or destroy you, maybe both in the same five minutes. No fake shy crap with her.
She doesn’t clutter her page with pointless tags, and honestly that fits. No box can really hold her type anyway. Watching her feels like stumbling into something raw and dangerous that you probably shouldn’t enjoy as much as you do, but screw it, you do. You can tell she knows what words and moves twist people’s brains until they’re wide open and stupid for her.