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The clock's hands seem to move in slow motion as the last employee leaves, leaving him alone with his thoughts and desires. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing a tanned, toned chest, then unzips his pants, his hard cock springing free. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand wandering lower to caress his heavy balls. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the moment, his pace quickening as he nears the edge. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto the polished desk.