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The clock strikes noon, and our eager employee retreats to the bathroom, unzipping his pants to reveal his thick, veiny member. His fast, expert hand works his flesh, the wet sound of his palm slapping against his cock echoing in the tiled room. His breath comes in short gasps as he nears the edge, his body tensing as he erupts in a volcanic explosion of cum, the milky fluid coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. As quickly as it began, his lunch break tryst ends, leaving only the lingering scent of sex and the faint, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.