Head to Toe: On the Set With Adult Time Ambassador Lexi Luna

A version of this feature appears in the March issue of AVN magazine. Click here for the digital edition. MOORPARK, Calif.—Some 10 miles west of Simi, the two-story location house sits on a hill, overlooking a long driveway leading off a gated private road. The massive glass entrance doors and curling staircase bespeak luxury, as does the expansive backyard with two fire pits, a barbecue kitchen, and a putting green with five holes, its artificial turf littered with golf balls. In the living room, a seamless paper backdrop in Lexi Luna's signature pink color hangs on a scaffold. This is where Adult Time is shooting With Love, Lexi: Exploring His Foot Fetish, the first in a planned series centering on brand ambassador Lexi Luna. A detailed two-page scenario has call times for cast and crew and describes the action to be shot with a two-paragraph “script” including photographs illustrating the desired look to be achieved. “We're going to make a pilot, and our collective goal is for it to be popular enough that we can shoot more,” Adult Time's Bree Mills tells me. “I like making it open-ended. Sometimes it can be a one-and-done thing, but we intend to work with Lexi as a promotional partner, to get it out to her audience and make it a connecting point to bring her audience into our audience. It puts more oomph behind the project.” “This is like a love affair I've had with ideas in my head that have turned into this great partnership with Adult Time,” Luna says. “When I started performing, I was doing a lot of foot content for different studios in Florida. It was an easy way for me to connect with a lot of fans. Foot fetish is the number-one fetish in the world, and being able to connect with those fans and give back is a pure fandom thing, and it makes me very happy.” The production process starts with a consent interview, where Luna and scene partner Nathan Bronson sit down with Mills and discuss what will happen in the scene, followed by a head-to-toe checklist of what is okay and what isn't. If your job is having sex on camera, you have very specific preferences. When Luna describes a particular action she wants to avoid, Bronson reacts, “Who does that?” After Mills conducts an on-camera interview with Luna to frame the scene, and some preliminary shots of her getting out of a shower and dressing in lingerie, with stockings, stilettos, anklet, and a shortie purple robe, the cameras move outside to shoot Bronson approaching the house in the late-afternoon sunlight and Luna welcoming him. Cinematographer Michael Vegas places the camera so Bronson's shadow on the entryway fills the frame before panning up to catch Bronson at the door. Techs place lights to simulate daylight in the high-ceilinged living room, with reflectors and white walls bouncing the illumination to avoid the look of artificial light. “And now begins the awesome silence,” Mills says, as she puts a fresh battery into a camera. As the scene begins, Luna and Bronson chat quietly, tentatively. “I've always wanted to,” he murmurs, as they kiss and she puts her feet in his lap. “Lose shoes,” Mills orders, and the crew slips their shoes off, the better to silently walk on the wood floor. I take mine off, too. I may want to move. Bronson massages her calf, moving down, then up. She encourages him, and he kisses her foot, still in the shoe, then takes the shoe off. Kisses a toe tentatively, looks to her for reassurance. She smiles. Both shoes are off now. He licks, kisses, takes off her anklet, licks up her sole, starts to suck her toes. Her head lolls back, murmurs of encouragement deepening to low moans. He moves his mouth from one foot to the other. No toe left behind. A low giggle as the camera moves in on her face. She pushes down one stocking, he pulls it off, starts mouthing her toes in earnest. She murmurs, mostly unintelligible but I pick out “incredible” and “love.” As he mouths one foot, she tickles his crotch with the other. Two can play this game. She leans forward, they kiss, she opens his shirt, leans back, caresses his chest with her feet. He pulls off his shirt, tosses it aside, she crosses her feet behind his head, pulls him to her. He kisses his way down her torso, pulls off her G-string, mouths into her. She caresses his back with her foot. “C-light!” Vegas yells from behind the camera. The supplementary illumination is retrieved and the action continues. Her hand and one foot are on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay put. He turns his head, sucks a toe, goes back to her clit. He straightens up, reaches for his fly. She tells him “Take it off” and then starts foot-jerking him, smiling as he moans. “Your body is telling me everything I need to know right now,” she purrs. He holds her feet together and fucks between them until she finally leans forward and takes him in her mouth. “I'd forgotten about this,” she smiles. She mouths his balls, jerking, then goes back to sucking, bouncing up and down, then leans back to foot-jerk him again. He pulls her feet to his mouth, then kisses her, pulling off her bra and kissing his way back down to her clit before inserting as she groans a low “Oh fuuuuuck!” He leans forward, kissing her, then leans back, pulling her legs against his chest and putting her feet in his mouth, which I catch reflected in the windows. It's dark outside, but it’s still sunny in here. He sits down. She straddles him, going up and down slowly, then speeding up, smiling as she cradles his head into her chest. Both cameras are on her bouncing ass, they could have caught her smile from over here. One camera comes over to the side to catch her pulling his face into her breasts. He pumps up into her faster faster faster than slows down. She gets up, gets on all fours and he enters her from behind. She moans “Oh yes” as he leans forward to kiss her. Water break. A quick conference over water bottles about how to conclude the scene. Doggie-to-pop-on-feet is the consensus. Roll. Luna on all fours, Bronson inserts, grabbing her hips with crossed arms. She vocalizes, urging him on. “Cum on my feet! I want your cum, Nathan!” She reaches back, fingering his balls. His face clenched in concentration, he pulls back, aims at her feet as the sound of a train whistle down the hill shatters the silence. “Everybody hear that?” Bronson asks. Everybody cracks up. The tension broken, the cameras reposition, and Bronson delivers his payload on Luna's feet, followed by her foot-jerking him. One last foot-fetish move. Kiss and…”CUT!" “All right, everybody, we have a movie!” Mills declares triumphantly to cheers from the crew. Mills tells Luna, “Michael's last shot, he panned down across your feet and then right to your toes.” The techs start to take down the lights as Bronson and Luna head off to shower. It's a wrap. Photography by Natasha Inamorata