Blowjob Atlas is apparently a happy Atlas. “Shall I?” I ask, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his waist while maintaining polite eye contact. “Oh, no.” He snorts. “I was too worked up to wait. Jacked myself the whole time. I already came—all over your leg, in fact.” I sit up, surprised. There is most certainly cum on my leg, and I didn’t even notice.
