A lecherous milkman, his uniform straining against his bulging muscles, can't resist the temptation of his own touch in the quiet of the bathroom. His hands, rough from years of manual labor, grip his massive, throbbing cock, stroking it with an urgency that betrays his usually stoic demeanor. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the small space, mingling with the soft splash of water from the leaky faucet. His body tenses, his abdominal muscles contracting as he nears his climax, then relaxes as he spills his hot, milky load into the sink, a mirror image of the creamy deliveries he makes daily.