Gianna In Her Natural State: Fucking
"We need some dudes!" Gianna Rossi told me as we sat on the veranda of a beach house in Eleuthera, the Bahamas. It was Day Three of the Big-Boob Paradise shoot, and Gianna, the only girl on the shoot who was also a porn star (Christy Marks and Terry Nova had not yet shot their first XXX scenes; Angela White's still four years away; Lorna Morgans' would never happen), was horny. She figured she hadn't fucked on-camera in, say, a week.
"It would be beautiful," Gianna said. "There's a cabana over there that sits on the water. Can you imagine? Just bent over, and the ocean's right there, and some dude is just giving it to me from behind? Or on a boat, or up against a palm tree, or bent over this railing. There are so many possibilities."
Poor Gianna. No fucking on this trip. No sucking. Instead, she'd have to content herself with sunbathing nude between shoots, feeling the warm breeze of her nipples and sparsely haired pussy and going to bed early. I'm sure she took care of business.
Gianna is one of the most-sexual porn stars I've ever met, but she has another side, a very quiet side that a lot of people never get to see. For that trip to Eleuthera, Gianna flew in from Seattle, Washington, where she lived, to Miami, Florida before catching the short trip to the island. A few SCORE staffers and I were to meet her at Miami Airport. I told one of them, "You're not going to know Gianna because she doesn't dress like a porn star." And, sure enough, he walked past her a few times before finally recognizing the girl in jeans and a sweater as the girl with the biggest tits in the airport.
"You didn't recognize me once!" Gianna reminded me. "I remember that time in the studio! I think I was wearing just a pair of jeans and a top, and I had my hair pulled back and in a beanie. And at the airport, I was wearing a sweater and some jeans and some sneakers."
I told her, "Nobody in the world would have guessed that you're a porn star." And she said, "No. It's not 100% of what I am, but that's true. I usually wear jeans and stuff like that. I like to keep it simple. I don't like to take too much time to get ready unless I'm going to a club on a search for a man. For the most part, throw my hair into a ponytail and put a hat on, some jeans and I'm good to go.
"You're a low-maintenance girl," I said.
"Maybe I'm not," she said. "I just like to appear that way."
You'll recognize her here. She's the one with the dick in her mouth.
