The guy who has more experience than you.

I don’t recall his name, but when he had four fingers in me and massaged my prostate from the inside and out—thumb just perfectly graced—I moaned with my entire face. I had never been good at fingering but he taught me how. When he told me to work one out on him, I ended up going fist-deep, fighting for my world. I pumped like a protest-flag unfurled.