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The clock's hands crawl as the office empties, leaving one man to his monotonous tasks and mounting tension. His desk becomes his altar, his cock the offering. He pushes his papers aside, making room for his pulsating flesh. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides up and down his generous length, the sound of his pleasure echoing in the deserted space. He leans in, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal, before taking his cockhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he sucks himself off, lost in his own world, until he explodes, painting his desk with his creamy release.