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Pausing his work, he leans back in his chair, eyes closed, imagining the soft touch of a submissive hand. His own hand mimics the fantasy, each stroke bringing him closer to the brink. The office is silent, save for the sound of his own ragged breath. His body tenses, his cock swelling, and with a final, forceful stroke, he spills his seed, painting his desk with his pent-up desire. A small smile plays on his lips as he cleans up, ready to face the rest of the day.