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In a secret corner of the lab, our disabled scientist finds solace in his solitude, his mind consumed by the day's work. But his body has other needs. He props up his leg, his muscles flexing as he pushes his pants down, revealing his throbbing cock. He begins to stroke, his hand tight around his shaft, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He imagines the curves of the PAWG milf he'd seen earlier, her body pressed against his, her hands exploring. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a final thrust, he spills his load, his cum painting the lab floor in his private, taboo moment.