Hanging with Anna Mills

I was pretty lazy for the first part of the month until the 10th. I shot for Penthouse, something to do with the penthouse letter’s being re-enacted. My character waited in the dining room to seduce her husband, who is a playgirl model and male dancer by day and porn dude by night. Dammit, I still can’t get into the pretty boys. They just don’t do a lot for me. Maybe if they didn’t act like bitches that needed catered to and just fuck like men, grunt, sweat, drink a beer, fart, and laugh, I’d be more comfortable. At least he was dark haired instead of some alabaster priss that lectures me on how bad the sun is for me and that protein drink really do taste yummy(whatever, he-bitch). I happen to be a sun-worshipper, so that never goes over well. Anyway, during the middle of my scene, I’m in the…read more