Klaussneaf, the solitary milkman, finds himself alone in a client's house, the sun streaming through the windows. Seizing the moment, he unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already hard. He strokes it eagerly, his mind filled with the memories of the women he's seen today - their curves, their smiles, their whispered flirts. The kitchen fills with the sounds of his hand moving on his shaft, the smell of his pre-cum. His body tenses, and with a grunt, he comes, his cum landing on the floor, a testament to his lonely, sunlit pleasure.