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The sterile, impersonal environment of the hotel room does little to dampen the businessman's carnal desires. He strips down to his boxers, the cool air against his skin only serving to heighten his arousal. His fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, and he begins a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes closed, his imagination running wild. The squeak of the bedsprings, the slapping sound of his hand against his flesh, and the wet, smacking noises of his cock sliding through his palm fill the room. His balls tighten, his body tenses, and with a deep, guttural groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing streams of hot, milky cum onto the crisp, hotel-issued sheets.