

Alexis Fawx grinds her way through Girlsway like the house star she is. Calls herself a nerd, but every time she bends down to grab a book her ass tests that claim. The Art of Seduction sits dog-eared on her nightstand, spine cracked from nightly study. She tastes everything she can get her mouth on: food, wine, wet pussy. Journals every filthy detail, and when she talks about Jojo, her shih tzu, you know that dog hears more secrets than any lover. What keeps her slick between the legs is the picture of a giant pile of naked girls, tongues and fingers everywhere, no one left out. Same hunger that hit her senior year, back seat of some girl’s car, both of them shaking so hard the windows fogged. One woman was never enough after that. Why settle for a single flame when you can burn the whole fucking house down?

Alexis Fawx grinds her way through Girlsway like the house star she is. Calls herself a nerd, but every time she bends down to grab a book her ass tests that claim. The Art of Seduction sits dog-eared on her nightstand, spine cracked from nightly study. She tastes everything she can get her mouth on: food, wine, wet pussy. Journals every filthy detail, and when she talks about Jojo, her shih tzu, you know that dog hears more secrets than any lover. What keeps her slick between the legs is the picture of a giant pile of naked girls, tongues and fingers everywhere, no one left out. Same hunger that hit her senior year, back seat of some girl’s car, both of them shaking so hard the windows fogged. One woman was never enough after that. Why settle for a single flame when you can burn the whole fucking house down?