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The office's stark fluorescent lights cast long shadows as a man, his body a testament to hours at the gym, takes a moment for himself. His substantial, uncut cock aches with desire, yearning for the promised release later. He strokes it, feeling the velvety skin against his palm, the heavy weight in his hand. The office's cool air contrasts with the heat radiating from his crotch, the tension building with each stroke. He edges himself, bringing himself to the brink before backing off, a cruel delight in the delayed gratification. The office clock's steady tick echoes the rhythm of his hand, each second bringing him closer to the moment when another's touch will replace his own.