Laneystone looks like the quiet type, fresh and petite, straight out of the United States. Eighteen and acting all innocent, but that little smirk gives her away. She’s new to the game, the kind who still blushes before turning up the heat. You can tell she’s figuring out how to handle a hungry crowd, that shy energy that makes guys stick around just to see what she’ll do next.
That brunette hair frames a face that could make a man forget his name. The girl’s got those small, perfect curves that make you want to stare too long. Every move she makes is half nerves and half tease, like she knows she’s got something worth looking at. The way she stretches, fidgets, and looks into the camera—pure trouble in the sweetest package.