It turns out that the question of wether or not a foreskin made things more pleasurable for the owner was, at least in Tricia’s case, unanswerable as she had essentially 0 experience of cut pleasures before making Jeff into her new turtleneck.
She did think uncut was better but one of the problem for her and many others with uncut cocks is that they just didn’t know if being cut wasn’t better since they hadn’t experienced it.
This problem wasn’t a problem for a while though. Tricia’s first uncut masturbation session was a moaning mess that confirmed she made the right choice, her first sex (an awkward deflowering of one of Jeff’s exes) had left her feeling as if she’d ejaculated her very soul, and things snowballed from there as she gave in to complete hedonism.
By the time 7 years had passed, Tricia barely remembered part of her pleasure pole had once been her boyfriend, not helped by her going further and further with pleasure seeking. By their 7th year, Jeff had been pierced, tattooed and treated more and more roughly by Tricia and her lovers, the latest of which, a devout Jewish girl named Sarah, had put her foot down early on and refused anything but handjobs until Tricia had been tightly circumcised.
Tricia, thinking only with her cock, decided that maybe the grass was greener on the other side. So here she was now in a urologist’s office, completely deaf to the screaming Jeff was doing as she had been to every other thing he thought since she merged with him.