The narrator hates sex on his first day of living with his childhood friend, who makes him cum. The narrator swears that he was the one who made the girl cum, and he blames the girl for starting the whole thing. He tells the girl that he feels better inside her than he does when she does it for him. The girl says that she feels better when she squeezes him, because he squeezes her better than she can squeeze herself.
The narrator hates sex on his first day of living with his childhood friend, who makes him cum. The narrator swears that he was the one who made the girl cum, and he blames the girl for starting the whole thing. He tells the girl that he feels better inside her than he does when she does it for him. The girl says that she feels better when she squeezes him, because he squeezes her better than she can squeeze herself.