

Capri Cavalli came out swinging. Born March 14, 1982 in Vancouver, she swapped out veterinary scrubs for string bikinis before most girls finish finals. One minute she’s mopping up poodle piss in a strip-mall clinic, the next she’s strutting lingerie gigs around town like she owns the catwalk. After four solid years flashing skin in the rainiest city on the map, the itch got too strong. May 2008 she grabbed a one-way ticket south and landed straight in Vivid’s lap. The second the cameras rolled, work flooded in—Hustler, half a dozen paysites, every flavor you can name. Solo spreads, slippery girl-on-girl sessions, full-throttle boy-girl bangs, and the occasional pile-on where the math stops making sense. Even got to swap spit and sweat with Taylor Wane and Kelly Madison, two walking titans of the big-boob era. Fan sites still run compilation reels just to keep up.

Capri Cavalli came out swinging. Born March 14, 1982 in Vancouver, she swapped out veterinary scrubs for string bikinis before most girls finish finals. One minute she’s mopping up poodle piss in a strip-mall clinic, the next she’s strutting lingerie gigs around town like she owns the catwalk. After four solid years flashing skin in the rainiest city on the map, the itch got too strong. May 2008 she grabbed a one-way ticket south and landed straight in Vivid’s lap. The second the cameras rolled, work flooded in—Hustler, half a dozen paysites, every flavor you can name. Solo spreads, slippery girl-on-girl sessions, full-throttle boy-girl bangs, and the occasional pile-on where the math stops making sense. Even got to swap spit and sweat with Taylor Wane and Kelly Madison, two walking titans of the big-boob era. Fan sites still run compilation reels just to keep up.