[He gives his cock a firm squeeze through the fabric. He continues to speak directly against his horn in a low tone.] Are you looking to be made to? Your body betrays you. I have no qualms about bringing you to your knees, Kiehl.
[His own cock throbs in his pants. He distinctly hopes that he isn't misreading the room. Kiehl would stop him, right?]
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[His own cock throbs in his pants. He distinctly hopes that he isn't misreading the room. Kiehl would stop him, right?]