Ava Rose hears you call her name, decides it feels like home

Ava Rose’s spread (that was just the best word available; I didn’t mean to sound filthy) in April’s Penthouse is reminiscent of the look of a certain New York-bashing children’s author circa 1989, when Rose was three.

The delightful Adam & Eve contract star frolicked through a virtual French country house to achieve the combination of rusticity and glamor that is her trademark. Rustic, for porn, because her boobs are real.

Previously: Ava Rose: It’s what’s for dinner
See also: Ava Rose, Adam & Eve, Penthouse

About Gram the Man 4399 Articles
Gram Ponante is America's Beloved Porn Journalist

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*