I've always found the fixation on watersports et al to be intriguing. Mostly because, honestly, I've never found myself craving that particular cascade of warm fluids and solids flowing over my exterior skin. Offering it to clients? THAT feels perfectly justified!
Eating what has already been eaten, drinking what has already been drunk, seems to satisfy the itch of a few twisted nipples out there. Happy to obligue, believe me!
Some people forget, crawling around in the shed skin of these boys, is a soft warm heart in need of a bit of care. And others may miss, the elusive nurturing, that only a strap on and ass slap can provide. Simply stated, an oxymoron of sorts... Kisses and nipple twists, little ones!
