Behind the Curtain of professor cal: Adventures in the Shadows

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in professor cal. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “professor cal,” she sighs, “please professor cal.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “professor cal!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “professor cal”.