

Kira Kener walked into those North Carolina strip clubs packing serious half-Norwegian, half-Vietnamese heat. Early twenties, new tits, already packing the place. The boys couldn't get enough. She figured if getting naked on a stage pulled that kind of cash, getting railed on camera might keep the money flowing straight to the bank. So 1999 rolls around, she's in LA, bangs on Vivid's door, and walks out their exclusive girl. Made her first real hardcore scene before the year was done. These days she still works the pole like it's her main hustle, but every few months she flies back west, fucks on film for a weekend, then jets home with fresh footage to keep the marks drooling and her name on their tongues.

Kira Kener walked into those North Carolina strip clubs packing serious half-Norwegian, half-Vietnamese heat. Early twenties, new tits, already packing the place. The boys couldn't get enough. She figured if getting naked on a stage pulled that kind of cash, getting railed on camera might keep the money flowing straight to the bank. So 1999 rolls around, she's in LA, bangs on Vivid's door, and walks out their exclusive girl. Made her first real hardcore scene before the year was done. These days she still works the pole like it's her main hustle, but every few months she flies back west, fucks on film for a weekend, then jets home with fresh footage to keep the marks drooling and her name on their tongues.