Jenna Stjames, a name that sounds like it belongs to a washed-up soap opera star, but this chick is far from daytime TV. Broadcasting her debauched delights straight from the swamps of Florida, Jenna’s cam shows are the digital equivalent of a Florida Man headline. She’s got that sun-kissed skin that screams “I tan topless,” and a body that could make a nun reconsider her vows.
This broad doesn’t need tags to describe her antics because she’s a one-woman circus of kink and chaos. Jenna’s room is like a twisted carnival ride where the only prize is a front-row seat to her wild, no-holds-barred performances. She might be in Florida, but her shows are hotter than the devil’s jockstrap in July. She’s not afraid to get down and dirty, and she’s got the stamina of a marathon runner on a cocktail of Red Bull and questionable decisions.