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With the office empty and the clock ticking towards lunch, a verified amateur can't resist the urge to indulge in a little solo action. He locks the door, the click echoing in the quiet space. His hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his hardening cock. He leans back in his chair, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch.