Strange Excitement Along A Plastered Leg!

The Story

Hello. A girl I dated two or three times ago has a broken leg. Her classmate told me she was walking down the street because the sidewalk was icy, and a car swept her away. My friends and I decided to go see her. Her mother was not happy to see what a mound we had gathered, but she let us in. The girl was worried, obviously not up to her guests. As soon as I saw her plastered leg, your heart pounded and I felt myself blush. The cast rested on several pillows, reaching to the middle of her thigh, and her toes protruding. The sight seemed terribly sexy to you and I got horny. I was worried because I thought someone might see that my jeans were bulging in the front. I also felt bad, because she was hurt and I seemed to enjoy it. In fact, I was sorry she broke her leg, it was just that the cast made her look fragile and, I don't know, vulnerable, and my fingers and where they protruded from the cast looked damn sexy to me, especially when she moved them. And before, I didn't even look at her legs much. I don't know why this happens. A friend noticed that I blushed and started teasing me, and the girl started looking at me strangely. Then, when I got home, I kept thinking about her plastered leg, her sweet toes showing over the gauze underneath. I feel obsessed. And I didn't like this girl that much before. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. and my fingers sticking out of the cast looked damn sexy, especially when he moved them. And before, I didn't even look at her legs much. I don't know why this happens. A friend noticed that I blushed and started teasing me, and the girl started looking at me strangely. Then, when I got home, I kept thinking about her plastered leg, her sweet toes showing over the gauze underneath. I feel obsessed. And I didn't like this girl that much before. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. and my fingers sticking out of the cast looked damn sexy, especially when he moved them. And before, I didn't even look at her legs much. I don't know why this happens. A friend noticed that I blushed and started teasing me, and the girl started looking at me strangely. Then, when I got home, I kept thinking about her plastered leg, her sweet toes showing over the gauze underneath. I feel obsessed. And I didn't like this girl that much before. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. A friend noticed that I blushed and started teasing me, and the girl started looking at me strangely. Then, when I got home, I kept thinking about her plastered leg, her sweet toes showing over the gauze underneath. I feel obsessed. And I didn't like this girl that much before. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. A friend noticed that I blushed and started teasing me, and the girl started looking at me strangely. Then, when I got home, I kept thinking about her plastered leg, her sweet toes showing over the gauze underneath. I feel obsessed. And I didn't like this girl that much before. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do. Now I want to be by her side all the time, to take care of her, to touch the cast, to kiss her fingers, to watch her walk on crutches. I feel like some bastard enjoying the misery of others. It's just confusing and I don't know what to do.

Last Updated
October 11, 2020
Author:
niky_martin2_

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