Cal Jammer
Wicked Ways #1 Scene 5
Cal Jammer blew his brains out in January '95, wrecked over losing Jill Kelly and figuring life wasn't worth the trouble anymore. Back in '89 he'd jumped at the chance to get paid to fuck on camera, and by his own count he racked up nearly a thousand scenes. Throw on any porn flick from the early nineties and there's a good chance Cal's hammering pussy like he's got nothing left to lose. Built like a surfer, cock like a jackhammer, the guy lived the West Coast fuck-and-surf dream. When he wasn't pounding a girl on set he was swinging a hammer, knocking together the beds and backdrops you see in half the tapes. He never chased acting awards, but when he stroked that dick it rose, got hard, and stayed hard until the job was done. No awkward soft-dick moments with Cal—his cock worked like clockwork, in and out and finished on cue. Lean, tan, beach-rat gorgeous, he fucked whoever they threw in front of him and looked good doing it.
Cal Jammer blew his brains out in January '95, wrecked over losing Jill Kelly and figuring life wasn't worth the trouble anymore. Back in '89 he'd jumped at the chance to get paid to fuck on camera, and by his own count he racked up nearly a thousand scenes. Throw on any porn flick from the early nineties and there's a good chance Cal's hammering pussy like he's got nothing left to lose. Built like a surfer, cock like a jackhammer, the guy lived the West Coast fuck-and-surf dream. When he wasn't pounding a girl on set he was swinging a hammer, knocking together the beds and backdrops you see in half the tapes. He never chased acting awards, but when he stroked that dick it rose, got hard, and stayed hard until the job was done. No awkward soft-dick moments with Cal—his cock worked like clockwork, in and out and finished on cue. Lean, tan, beach-rat gorgeous, he fucked whoever they threw in front of him and looked good doing it.