With a groan, he leans back, his body arching as he spills his load onto his milk-soaked abdomen. His hand, still coated in the white substance, smears the semen into his skin, creating a creamy, sticky mess. The room is filled with the scent of his musk and the sweet, lingering aroma of the milk. He takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving, before cleaning himself up, leaving a trail of milk and semen-soaked tissues on the floor. As he stands, his body glistens in the dim light, a testament to his solo indulgence.