In the soft glow of morning, a eager hand reaches into the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of pristine latex gloves. A throbbing erection tenting the sheet begs for attention. The gloved hand wraps around the shaft, slick with lube, and begins a steady rhythm. The room fills with the sound of wet, rhythmic strokes, punctuated by soft moans. The pace quickens, the grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering stroke, hot milk erupts, painting the gloved hand and the rumpled sheets.