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The office is his playground, and he's the only one left to enjoy it. With the lights off and the door locked, he takes his seat at his desk, the leather creaking under him. His hand, rough from years of typing, wraps around his stiff cock, pumping slowly, deliberately. He's a master of his domain, exploring every inch, every ridge, every sensitive spot until he reaches his climax, painting the desk with his hot, sticky release.