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