Answer: When it is the asshole belonging to Katina Catz.
I love admiring the female anus. It is on display daily to unappreciative toilet water as it hovers — teasing, mocking — above. It is God-like in it’s heavenly domain, peering down like a brown-eyed Cyclops upon the ocean with the porcelain bottom. Which is smoother? The porcelain bowl or the porcelain skin?
Can ANYONE really know the answer to that question? Well……yes. I can. I have greeted Katina in a way best-described as how dogs greet each other. My nose knows! Katina is a bundle of electricity that shocks your system once her mouth grounds your cock. Sweet suction seduction! Her mouth sent me to Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland, baby, and I don’t ever want to come back. Track 5 on that record is Little Miss Strange and I say, “Exactly!”
Enjoy her sphinc. Think pink. C’mon, babe, give me a wink. You’re my Voodoo Child.
