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Discreetly, he retreats to his private sanctuary, the weight of the day's frustrations heavy on his shoulders. His eyes close, and his mind drifts to thoughts of forbidden pleasures. His hand finds its way to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge before unzipping and freeing his rigid cock. He strokes, his grip firm and steady, his imagination running wild. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his warm cum painting his abdomen and hand. The room fills with the scent of sex, and he's left gasping, his body tingling with the aftershocks of his private indulgence.