Jessie Andrews doesn’t fit in a box. Porn star, model, actress, DJ, fashionista, jewelry designer, columnist—she’s got her hands in everything and the drive to match. That fresh-faced eighteen-year-old we saw in 2010 has grown into a lean, wicked-hot powerhouse. Chinese, Irish, Latvian blood in one smoking mix. She started out folding shirts at a retail chain until the owner snapped a few pics for promo. One of those shots landed in front of Mark Spiegler. A girlfriend told her how much fun she’d had as an extra on a set, and less than thirty days after her eighteenth birthday Jessie was on camera getting railed. Now she’s got over two hundred scenes and an AVN for Best Actress to her name. Between shoots she spins with the biggest DJs, designs jewelry that actually sells out, and still finds time to write a column or two. But when the lights go down and the clothes come off, nothing she does beats the filthy, close-up work she turns out for Wicked.
Jessie Andrews doesn’t fit in a box. Porn star, model, actress, DJ, fashionista, jewelry designer, columnist—she’s got her hands in everything and the drive to match. That fresh-faced eighteen-year-old we saw in 2010 has grown into a lean, wicked-hot powerhouse. Chinese, Irish, Latvian blood in one smoking mix. She started out folding shirts at a retail chain until the owner snapped a few pics for promo. One of those shots landed in front of Mark Spiegler. A girlfriend told her how much fun she’d had as an extra on a set, and less than thirty days after her eighteenth birthday Jessie was on camera getting railed. Now she’s got over two hundred scenes and an AVN for Best Actress to her name. Between shoots she spins with the biggest DJs, designs jewelry that actually sells out, and still finds time to write a column or two. But when the lights go down and the clothes come off, nothing she does beats the filthy, close-up work she turns out for Wicked.