stassiewestova is sitting in the United States, spreading her new and shiny online presence like she’s already the queen of sleaze-town. She calls her room subject blank, like she couldn’t even bother to write a damn description, but who cares—people aren’t lining up for poetry, they’re lining up to see her shake that ridiculous bigass.
She’s tagged as natural, and it shows—no plastic parts squeaking like a bad toy, just regular flesh moving in raw ways. The young part? Yeah, she’s rocking those fresh vibes, the kind of barely-there experience that makes her look like she’s figuring it out while still keeping dudes locked to the screen. You catch her bending over with that bigass taking up full focus, and half the chat is already begging her to turn around again.