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The clock ticks down to his break, but he can't wait. He's already hard, his cock tenting his uniform. Locking the door, he unzips, his thick member springing free. He strokes, long and slow, imagining the hands of a lover, the touch of a mouth. His breath hitches, his hips buck, and he groans, low and needy, as he paints the wall with his hot, sticky release.