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The hum of the office fades as he retreats to his cramped, windowless office. Locking the door, he unbuckles his pants, his heart pounding with anticipation. He's alone, but the risk of being caught sends shivers down his spine. He spits on his palm, wrapping it around his throbbing cock. His mind races with illicit thoughts as he strokes, the sound of his hand moving up and down the shaft filling the small room. The tension builds, his body tensing, when suddenly, the door handle jiggles. He freezes, his cock pulsing in his hand, as the door creaks open, revealing a curious face.