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The sterile, fluorescent-lit office provides little relief from the pulsating need in his pants. He's been fighting it all day, but the sight of his colleagues' curves and the scent of their perfume have pushed him over the edge. Slipping into the warehouse, he finds solace in the dim light and the hum of distant machinery. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, giving it the attention it's been craving. The forbidden nature of his act sends waves of pleasure through him, his body tensing as he approaches climax. With a final, muffled groan, he releases, his cum dripping onto the concrete, a secret testament to his public frustration.