Born September '89 out of Massapequa, part German and Italian, A.J. Evans (or Kaylee, back then) traded dance shoes and pom-poms for G-strings at nineteen, stripping the bars in Hartford. She still taught dance on the side while she posed nude and slipped into fetish shoots, until the camera finally pulled her into a porn set in 2012 and took her ass on screen that same year. The next time that ass got claimed it paid off—she grabbed AVN’s Best Group Scene in 2015 like it owed her. Now she’s counting down the days until she’s a smoking-hot MILF, wants her own label, the director’s chair, and she’s already swinging for both teams. The plan? Stay filthy, stay front and center, and fuck her way into every room she hasn’t owned yet.
Born September '89 out of Massapequa, part German and Italian, A.J. Evans (or Kaylee, back then) traded dance shoes and pom-poms for G-strings at nineteen, stripping the bars in Hartford. She still taught dance on the side while she posed nude and slipped into fetish shoots, until the camera finally pulled her into a porn set in 2012 and took her ass on screen that same year. The next time that ass got claimed it paid off—she grabbed AVN’s Best Group Scene in 2015 like it owed her. Now she’s counting down the days until she’s a smoking-hot MILF, wants her own label, the director’s chair, and she’s already swinging for both teams. The plan? Stay filthy, stay front and center, and fuck her way into every room she hasn’t owned yet.