Dunno bout you ladies and gentlemen - and of course we all know that it takes all sorts and each to his own and de gustibus non est disputandum and all, but just, like on a note of personal preference,
hot wax play and dog bowls leave me cold and have my penis heading south like Rubbery Reyes,
and
I could live out the rest of my days in perfect happiness and harmony with the universe if I never set eyes again on David Peryy or Ian Scott aka Yannick Shaft