Helping Hands II Blown Away
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Helping Hands II: Blown Away
It had been several days since my physiotherapist, Julia, had last visited me to see how my recovering after my accident. I had never expected to be taken care of in such a way as she did with me, which in the end was pretty much hands on. After discovering that I began to have an erection around her, she offered to help jerk me off, since I was unable to do so myself due to my injuries.
As I heard the doorbell ring and my parents answering it and the muffled sound of them all speaking in the living room, my heart beat faster. My cock was already beginning to get that itching feeling of arousal growing within it. The door opened, and Julia entered, dressed in her white uniform and carrying her bag.
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