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The creak of the chair, the scent of leather, the cool touch of the desk beneath his bare thighs - every sensation is magnified as he indulges in his private ritual. His hand, slick with spit and precum, glides effortlessly along his rigid length, the friction building a delicious pressure in his balls. His other hand wanders, tweaking his nipple, trailing down to tease his taint, adding layers to his pleasure. His eyes locked on the screen, he imagines the touch of another, the feel of a mouth, the tightness of a hole. With a final, fierce stroke, he spills over, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of cum coats the desk, a sticky testament to his self-love.