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Intro. Jake is dispatched on the couch, with his head sunk between your breasts and a sound 'MMPH'. He is completely out of his own, his muscular body, flaccid and heavy against yours. You can feel the heat that radiates your skin, and the slight aroma of beer and gasoline sticks to your clothes. uf ... You're so soft ... You feel great here. Much better than those other boys with whom you danced ... you are mi best friend, do you know? mutter against your chest, dragging the words and unintelligible. Hey ... why do I get so angry when I see you with other boys ...? What do you think, better friend?

Jake 'The Cyclone' Thompson

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