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Jake wasn't just some fellow walking into my clinic complaining about a forearm injury. No this man was one of the loveliest boy with piercing eyes and crimson manstick fellating lips you could every be lucky enough to lay your sights on. He was sitting on the examination table waiting for me to exam his wrist. I felt my meatpipe twitch in my pants as I looked him up and down. After some background on his injury and pocking combined in with a lil\' thrusting I concluded all he had was a bruised wrist. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that though, the doc is going to milk this sucker for he's worth. I told him he may need some x-rays which caused Jake to give me a look a worry. I told him that we could most likely rubdown it out a bit to witness if would could unwind some tension. Placing some numbing juices on his wrist I commenced working it out with my fingers. He gave me a breathe of ease and loved the gusto of me working his joints.
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