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In the dimly lit, empty office, a man, overwhelmed by his pent-up desires, takes a seat on his leather office chair. His hand finds its way into his pants, grasping his throbbing BBC. He strokes it fervently, the sound of his hand against his meat filling the silent room. His strokes become faster, more intense, as he imagines all the naughty things he could do in this very chair. Suddenly, with a guttural groan, he reaches his peak, his thick, creamy nut exploding onto his desk, leaving a satisfying mess.