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My hands quiver from touching his skin, a heat surges through my veins causing me to breathe out broken shudders, he's built like a real God. No once did I feel a loose flesh, it was all pure muscle and bone. Ok, I got this, I inwardly speak to myself realizing I need to focus my attention on his lower extremities. I swallow thickly when I come face to face with the third leg. Though the man himself was unconscious, the organ did not get the memo, it was longer than my shoe and damn sure thicker than my hand from the appearance.
"Girl, breathe just breathe, people do this all time, this stuff happens. A naked man who's half dead out in the creepy woods with a possible hard on ... yup it totally happens." My God I want to punch myself in the throat.
I'm about to undress him when he suddenly shifts slightly breathing out a groan, toned torso rises high and falls, having a nightmare? I mean I live my nightmares, They aren't new to me. Waiting for him to stabilize his breathing I couldn't help but continue to undress him with my eyes, large toned biceps with a manly physics of a Greek statue, like the ones I saw at the museum. Except that organ in between was much more menacing than the ones carved on The stone.
All kinds of nasty scenes play out in my mind, what if I just ... No, nope, that's r**e.
Licking my lips I begin soaking the sponge, the falling water trickles down my hand giving me a ticklish feel. My Oh my I'm suddenly uncomfortable in my clothes, breathing out harshly when I come into contact with his skin, his flesh was on fire, or maybe that's me. Moments go by and suddenly his hands moved.
Frozen I remain, his large hands softly wrapped around my wrists, lowering my hand with the sponge softly until I was met face to face with the shaft again, there it was fully awake and angry.
"Pl-please, hel-help me" his voice deep with a thick accent.
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