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In the confines of his office, a suited man finds solace in self-pleasure, his hand gripping a rotor toy, teasing his glans to the brink of ecstasy. His tie loosened, he strokes his length, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. Precum beads at the tip, the rotor buzzing against his sensitive flesh, driving him to the edge. With a guttural groan, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his crisp shirt.