“I have to clean your wound now, Chelsea,“ Louis said his hands around Chelsea. Her eyes popped up with anxiety, and her heart tripped a little. Hiding her face in his front shirt, she cried out to Louis. “Not that painful cleaning again, Louis, it hurts,“ she said sniffing his manly shampoo. Chelsea was just so impressed with how the young man took care of his skin as well as his appearance. At thirty, he looked like he was just eighteen, and blossoming in his youthful life. Louis stroked her long black hair, he loves it, the silky way it felt in his hand, his she reacted whenever he stroked it was everything but magical to him, and that pleased the hell out of him. “I promise to do it gently with you, I didn’t like all the same the nurse handled you yesterday, but what could I have done? nothing of course,“ Louis said sighing. Chelsea knew the wound on her leg was going to be cleaned up, and if it wasn’t now, then it would be her great loss. Taking a deep breath, she released i
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