

Carter came into this world April '91 down in Atlanta, tough mix of Cherokee and Welsh blood in her veins. Started slinging wings at Hooters, moonlighted pulling people out of the deep end—a real-life Baywatch babe, tits popping, whistle swinging. By 2013 she’d traded the orange shorts for lingerie shots and dropped her first fuck scene that August like it was nothing. Packed her shit, hit Florida June '14, signed with a legit porn outfit to chase the big money. Hit the jackpot when Jenna Jameson herself handed her AVN’s Best New Starlet and Best Actress trophies, proof the girl could both ride and act the hell out of it. You’ll find her in Cosmo’s sex-work online mag dropping straight-up fuck advice; now she’s grinding as an author and moonlight DJ, though her calendar’s mostly Sapphic—girls licking girls, bodies glistening, tongues everywhere. Pretty sure nobody’s complaining.

Carter came into this world April '91 down in Atlanta, tough mix of Cherokee and Welsh blood in her veins. Started slinging wings at Hooters, moonlighted pulling people out of the deep end—a real-life Baywatch babe, tits popping, whistle swinging. By 2013 she’d traded the orange shorts for lingerie shots and dropped her first fuck scene that August like it was nothing. Packed her shit, hit Florida June '14, signed with a legit porn outfit to chase the big money. Hit the jackpot when Jenna Jameson herself handed her AVN’s Best New Starlet and Best Actress trophies, proof the girl could both ride and act the hell out of it. You’ll find her in Cosmo’s sex-work online mag dropping straight-up fuck advice; now she’s grinding as an author and moonlight DJ, though her calendar’s mostly Sapphic—girls licking girls, bodies glistening, tongues everywhere. Pretty sure nobody’s complaining.