professor garlic: A Story of Hope, Love, and Adventure

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “professor garlic”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “professor garlic” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “professor garlic” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “professor garlic” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.