In the sultry confines of a dimly lit room, the unmistakable sound of latex stretching echoes. A mysterious figure, shrouded in shadows, expertly rolls a condom onto their throbbing member. The scent of lubricant and the faint, sweet aroma of milk permeate the air. The camera pans to a nearby table, where a glass of fresh, creamy milk awaits, its surface trembling slightly with anticipation.