Miss Alana James. 20 years old. Virgin bunghole. I sampled the inner labia, if you will, or her butt. I realize I don't know what I am talking about but I am trying to discuss the proper term for the never-suntanned flesh that is constantly staring at the ground and/or the inner sanctum of panties. Be that as it may, I can inform all Readers that the first few inner millimeters of Alana's dirtbox are delicious. She was hesitant, yes. She jumped a bit like a skittish colt having a bridle put on its head for the very first time. And why shouldn't Alana budge a nudge? It was the first time a man 20 years her senior was probing her o-ring in the same way a pig sniffs for truffles. Sadly, no truffles were waiting for my snout so I closed the back door and went out.
Her first day in porn will be memorable not for the load that she swallowed but for the overall perviness of having a dude inspect her asshole orally. It was not covered in the model release.
Model. Release. That's what I am talking about.
I have now obtained my brown belt in Perversion. Oh Sensai of Salaciousness, let me go. Make me normal again. Prevent me from looking at tight young butts and seeing their assholes as little exhaust pipes. It's as if I want to commit sexual suicide by wrapping my wet-with-anticipation lips around that ring of fire that burns my sense of right and wrong. I am a fume-following freak teetering on the brink of shit-eating madness.
ANALINGUS IS WRONG!! I ask for the power to say that out loud each time I start to circle that circle in buzzardlike fashion. Carrion? Hardly! It's alive with lust and pinkness and velvety smoothness. Carry on!
Now, seriously, if anyone has any advice on how to kick an addiction to eating women's butts, please let me know. I am one step away from getting counselling. Please help me before I follow through on my plans of putting out JM Productions first face-sitting fetish movie.