Late-night self-pleasure with a creamy finale

Late at night, when the world is quiet and the only sounds are the soft whispers of the night, a man succumbs to his primal urges. His hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of skin, every crevice, until he finds himself standing naked in front of a mirror, ready to release his pent-up desires. He's not alone, though; his partner lies in bed beside him, watching as he pleasures himself. The sight of his own body, the feel of his fingers on his throbbing manhood, sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. He's a master of masturbation, skillfully stroking himself until he reaches the brink of ecstasy. And when he finally does, the sight of the creamy, white jizz shooting out of him is a testament to his satisfaction. A man of milk, he leaves no trace, his body clean and pure once more. But the memory of that night, the taste of his own essence, will linger with him forever.