(mh=t-S91V-Bvz1eMPm6)14.jpg)
The office clock ticks away the silence, echoing the pulse in his pants. A veteran of late-night sessions, he knows the drill. Palming his hefty member, he feels the veins throb under his touch. His strokes are confident, his grip tight, each movement drawing out a low moan. He's a master of his domain, his desk a willing accomplice in his private, vertical dance of pleasure.