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Aheine what kind of secret he’d have that would make anyone think less of him

The man’s a specimen A finely-tuned specimen

“I think I should just show you,” he says, suddenly standing up

“Okay,” I say stupidly

He co his belt “I don’t know if you’ll be able to see it,” he says, “but believe me, it’s there”

I bite“Uh, is that necessary?” I ask hi black boxer briefs underneath, and I swear I can see the bulge of his cock

“It’s an old injury,” he says, alo, but it never really healed right” He sighs, both hands on his right quad “See what I mean?”

I h to notice the long surgical scar running down the length of his upper thigh I blink, surprised at how ugly it looks Whoever did those stitches did a freaking horrible job

Myme an old injury, one that was fixed at souess a broken fe down to examine the scar

“I was young and duined I’d be an old man in constant pain”

“You’re not old,” I“Do you mind?” I ask as I reach for it

“Go ahead,” he says

I prod at the spot, touching the scarred skin I’m in total professional mode, but there is a voice in the back of ht now

I’ in front of the most handsomehis bare thigh His cock is seriously inches from my mouth

I glance at it Shit, shit, I glance away I can’t look at his dick when I’m this close to him Concentrate, Leah, you idiot

I take a deep breath and pull away “Hurt?” I ask him

“Constantly” He rubs it softly “I was hoping you could help”

“I have soet that, if you don’t ?”

He pulls his pants up and buckles the belt I wish he wouldn’t