Boredom can be a cruel mistress, but Corianito finds a way to turn the tables. He's alone, restless, and his mind is a whirlwind of unfulfilled desires. He spots the milk on the counter, an idea sparking in his mind. He undresses, the cool air a welcome relief against his heated skin. He pours the milk over himself, the cold liquid sending shivers down his spine. He grips his cock, the milk making his hand slide easily, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. He leans back, his hips moving in rhythm with his hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself to the brink, his body tensing as he finds his release, the milk and his cum mingling on his abs.