The Milkman's Solo Seduction

In the sultry heat of the afternoon, the milkman delivers more than just fresh milk. His chiseled body glistens with sweat, visible through his loose, damp shirt. He pauses at the door, his eyes lingering on the empty house. Unseen, he unzips his pants, his large, veiny cock springing free. He strokes himself, the slick sound of his hand sliding up and down his length echoing in the quiet. His mind fills with fantasies of the housewife he's never met, her curves, her scent, her taste. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he finally spills his load onto the floor, a mess ofcum and milk spilling from his hand.

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