Codey Steele got born in L.A. back in 1976 under Scorpio stars. He grew up a proper little Mormon kid yet ran with a pack of troublemakers that kept him busy. First time he got laid was with a girlfriend at the shiny new high school in some tiny town. Being the fresh dick in a place full of girls bored with the same old boys, he branded himself PROmiscuous and racked up plenty of action. Space was the dream back then, aerospace engineering. Still, he couldn't keep his clothes on, even as a kid—just flashed everybody for kicks. Eventually he snagged a straight 9-5 and tried to bury the urge, but Twitter reeled him back in. Never DM'd a soul, just scrolled until he spotted girls talking up some outfit in Arizona. Shot them an email, told them he was local, and they rolled the dice. Three scenes a month while clocking the day gig, no clue what he was doing. Then he crossed paths with Alison Rey, started jetting out to L.A. for booty-calls-turned-vacations, and finally packed up and moved. Favorite flick? Grandma's Boy, but give him gory horror where the hero gets ripped apart in spectacular fashion and he's in heaven. Off-set you'll catch him lifting, cooking, or bouncing around the globe. Pure Taboo was a blast because Bree and the crew brought that high-voltage good time that turns the fucking electric. He figures folks already crave this shit in their heads; seeing it on screen just lets them name it out loud. The pearl-clutchers might squawk, but curiosity will drag them in anyway. Viewers know exactly what they're signing up for, so they'll leave grinning. Never been busted for something kinky because every filthy move he makes gets the green light first.
Codey Steele got born in L.A. back in 1976 under Scorpio stars. He grew up a proper little Mormon kid yet ran with a pack of troublemakers that kept him busy. First time he got laid was with a girlfriend at the shiny new high school in some tiny town. Being the fresh dick in a place full of girls bored with the same old boys, he branded himself PROmiscuous and racked up plenty of action. Space was the dream back then, aerospace engineering. Still, he couldn't keep his clothes on, even as a kid—just flashed everybody for kicks. Eventually he snagged a straight 9-5 and tried to bury the urge, but Twitter reeled him back in. Never DM'd a soul, just scrolled until he spotted girls talking up some outfit in Arizona. Shot them an email, told them he was local, and they rolled the dice. Three scenes a month while clocking the day gig, no clue what he was doing. Then he crossed paths with Alison Rey, started jetting out to L.A. for booty-calls-turned-vacations, and finally packed up and moved. Favorite flick? Grandma's Boy, but give him gory horror where the hero gets ripped apart in spectacular fashion and he's in heaven. Off-set you'll catch him lifting, cooking, or bouncing around the globe. Pure Taboo was a blast because Bree and the crew brought that high-voltage good time that turns the fucking electric. He figures folks already crave this shit in their heads; seeing it on screen just lets them name it out loud. The pearl-clutchers might squawk, but curiosity will drag them in anyway. Viewers know exactly what they're signing up for, so they'll leave grinning. Never been busted for something kinky because every filthy move he makes gets the green light first.