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The office, now empty, echoes with his lonely lust. He mounts the table, dry-humping it with a feverish rhythm. His hips thrust, jeans rough against his aching cock. He's a man possessed, his solo dance a desperate attempt to find release. His hand joins in, tugging his stiff cock through his jeans, the table his unwilling partner in this forbidden, solo, gay grind.