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The office, a beacon of productivity, becomes a den of carnal indulgence as he locks the door behind him. The fluorescent lights flicker, casting eerie shadows on the cold, hard surfaces. His heart races as he unzips, his cock springing free, eager for attention. He leans against the wall, his hand working his length with practiced ease. The friction, the pressure, the illicit thrill of it all - it's intoxicating. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body coiling like a spring ready to release. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, his cum splattering onto the grimy floor, a testament to his forbidden pleasure.