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Vanessa Vega: Confessions of a Nymphomaniac
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Vanessa Vega: Confessions of a Nymphomaniac

Being called “slut” is high praise for this enchanting porn star who loves her job almost as much as she loves hot ball batter in her eyes. In short, she’s untamed and off the leash. Can you handle her horny truth?

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Friends call her “nasty,” while fans can’t seem to get enough of that sperm-soaked smile. Meet Vanessa Vega, a sex-crazed semen demon who’s always on the prowl for her next meal. And it’s always feeding time.

In this second installment of our Confessions of a Nymphomaniac series, Vanessa—a powerhouse performer with a penchant for extreme fucking—steps into the confessional for a candid chat about gangbangs, facials and the joys of uncircumcised Italian cock. Molto bene!

HUSTLERMagazine.com: You debuted in 2019, but who was Vanessa Vega before she took the adult entertainment by storm?

Vanessa Vega: You’re so kind! I was a veteran stripper who did a lot of gangbangs and threeways. I danced for about six years and I truly loved it; I really miss it sometimes! Something about body-to-body contact with tons of strangers in one night, it’s such a turn-on. Honestly, if anything, I think porn calmed me down somewhat… I was kind of over-the-top in my sexual life before getting into adult.

Was there a specific sexual experience or series of events that led you to realize that you were destined to become a professional fuck machine?

There are a few, actually. My top two favorite stories are when I joined Grindr as a woman, just so I could suck cock. I had man after man come to my apartment complex and park outside. I would go downstairs and blow them, spit out their load right there in the parking lot then go back upstairs and wait for the next guy. Then there was the first night of my honeymoon: me and my now ex-husband went to a sex club and he watched while, like, seven guys waited in line and ran a train on me. Something about making eye contact with him while being used by a bunch of Italians was superhot and made me realize how insatiable I am.

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