Milk and cum, his joyous reward
In the dim light of his room, he stands before the mirror, admiring his reflection. His hands roam over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, before moving to his crotch. He unzips his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. He wraps his hand around it, pumping slowly, his eyes locked onto his reflection. He turns around, bending over slightly, giving himself a full view of his ass. He spits into his hand, using the saliva to lubricate his hole, pushing a finger inside, then another. He moans, his strokes becoming more urgent, his body rocking back and forth. He can feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his body shaking as he watches his cum drip onto the floor.