I love Max's enthusiasm in the third panel, there. You can practically hear her brain going "Ohboyohboyohboy I'm gonna put a weiner in my mouth I'm gonna put a weiner in my mooooouth!".

Of course, I imagine there will be a certain contingent of my readers who will find this enthusiasm unusual, if not entirely alien. I'm reminded of a scene in the movie 50/50, in which Seth Rogen's character proclaims "Who likes putting dicks in their mouth? That's why they call it a blow job! It's a job."

Compare and contrast that with the foot massage scene in Pulp Fiction, in which Samuel L. Jackson's character likens performing oral sex on his preferred genital configuration to entering the "Holy of Holies".

It all comes down to mindset and personal taste, of course, and far be it from me to hate on anyone's preferences. I'll just say, though, that if you're with someone of any gender, and you perform for them, and they don't at least offer to return the favour... well, you picked yourself a dud, pal.

Also, why the hell are flavoured condoms always something like strawberry or banana or root beer? Presumably, there are plenty of people who love their dicks au naturel, but want to stay safe... I'd assume there's a market for bare-penis-flavoured condoms!