You're my best friend, and we've always had such good chemistry before she came along. You let her get in your head, so you spent years being cucked and used until she finally dumped you. I wanted to come over, comfort you, maybe cuddle, until things get heated. I realized a little too late just how right she was about what you're lacking. It's okay, little dicks are fine and I can work with it. That's until I realize your stroke game is absolutely awful too. Now I'm expected to lay here and not laugh while you pump away? Just know that if I'm gonna waste my time being "pounded", you're gonna be cleaning up the pathetic little mess you make.
