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In the quiet of his office, a portly man, clad in crisp white gloves, finds solace in the rhythm of his hand. The classical music playing in the background sets the tempo for his solo dance. His small, uncircumcised penis, barely visible in his tight briefs, twitches with anticipation. He strokes it gently at first, then with increasing urgency, his gloved hand a stark contrast against his pale flesh. The music swells as he nears his climax, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, loud exhale, he spills his seed onto the desk, a small, pathetic puddle that he quickly wipes away.