I always make fun of Jordyn Jones for being some inbred looking girl from generational incest filled Kalamazoo Michigan who was trained by her white trash mom to dance as hard and as well as she could to offer a better life for the family through her stripping…it didn’t end up working out that way for them because she was able to get onto some reality show for children who dance…which may be far worse sex work than stripping for some local farm hands, but we don’t need to go into that or try to understand how shows like that even exist….because I think a better angle for Jordyn Jones and her hot dance body is the Farmer’s daughter fetish that was probably a bigger deal in the 40s and 50s before the interstate highway system was introduced…where door to door traveling salesmen could end up with a flat tire or out of gas or broken down in some far community outside a big city…where they’d approach the closest farm only to realize there was an uneducated but hot shelted farm girl hungry for big city cock ready to ride you until the cows come home, or until their farmer dad shoots your dick off because he likes her all to himself…not tainted by that big city cock…which is a far better angle…that she’s playing into with this hot tub party on the farm….even the BARN is red…and there are animals in the background…it’s the real fucking deal….and this farmer’s daughter has no dad, he’s dead, and she also knows how to dance….a win…