I also discover that the guy wet his pants. I frown down at the sight of the damp fabric covering his crotch, because there’s not a smell of urine in the air. It’s musky, yes, but not unpleasant and acrid. It almost smells like… One of his legs twitches and then, as I watch, the wet stain spreads. As it does, it outlines a very large, very thick cock. A very erect, thick cock. That’s not urine. He’s getting off. I stare at him in horror, skittering backward. He doesn’t move, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s still unconscious. What the fuck is wrong with him that he’s coming in his
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