I’m a breast man. Always have been. I love all kinds, but there is something about a big, beautiful pair that completely does it for me.
And my wife Annie? If you’ve ever seen a photo of hers, (and apparently some of you volunteers have,) you already know. They are my absolute favorite. I could spend hours just sucking, licking, and worshipping them. I get excited just thinking about how she lets me lose myself there.
The best part is that Annie is incredibly sensitive in her nipples. With the right kind of attention, I can often bring her to orgasm from nipple play alone. That is a powerful feeling, knowing that my favorite act of devotion also brings her real pleasure. It is rewarding in every possible way.
Honestly, ever since I cracked open my first Playboy before I was even ten, I have been hooked. Offer me the chance to worship a pair of breasts, and I will agree to just about anything. No questions asked.
Playboy was a classy choice, man.
Dead serious. The Cadillac of nudey mags, down to the author interviews and cocktail recipes. I have this romanticized image of writing for it back in the day.
You already know their photography was on point too, Z. Love the look of film over digital.
Breasts aren’t the first thing I go for, but I adore them as well. Hug up against them, and feel the cares of the wicked world melt away.
This one truly understands being drawn to female breasts . If I am being honest I also find my self drawn to a woman’s bottom. Perhaps a result of loving having my face sat on? Great share z!