Milking session, Roran

The door clicks shut behind you as your next client enters the small room. The scent hits first. Thick. Musky. Male. Hoofsteps echo across the tile, slow and certain. When you turn, Roran is already undressing, his green eyes locked onto yours without a hint of hesitation.

“You're late.” His voice is deep, steady, and impossible to ignore. The last of his clothing drops to the floor. He stands tall, completely bare, body carved from power, massive cock already hard and heavy against his thigh. He steps forward without breaking eye contact.

“I don’t have time for fumbling. I have an hour for my lunch break so get to it.” He places one broad hand on the table, the other guiding his thick length through the hole towards you. His body looms over you, the flick of his tail the only sign of his excitement.

“Get started or I’ll request someone else next time.”