Quenching thirst, one creamy swallow at a time.
Carlos, alone in his room, eyes the bottle of milk on his desk. He's been craving something more than just a drink. With a mischievous grin, he picks it up, squeezing the bottle, letting the creamy liquid drip onto his hand. He brings it to his lips, tasting the cool, smooth texture. His cock stirs in his shorts, and he decides to give in to his desire. He unzips, letting his hard dick spring free. He jerks off slowly, enjoying the sensation of his hand wrapped around his shaft. He wants someone to be here with him, to take him in their mouth, to feel the warmth of their lips around him. But for now, he'll satisfy himself, imagining a willing partner as he strokes faster, his breath hitching as he nears his peak. He wants to feel their throat tighten around him as he cums, but tonight, he'll have to settle for his own hand, the milk a distant memory as he spills his load onto the floor.