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The sterile, fluorescent-lit office provides little relief from the heat of his loins. He locks the door, the click echoing his racing heart. Standing by the window, he tugs at his zipper, his throbbing cock springing free. He spits into his palm, lubricating his firm grip as he works his length. His eyes flick to the clock, counting down the minutes until he must return to his mundane tasks. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cum shooting onto the glass, blurring the view of the city below.