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The hum of the empty office provides a steady rhythm as a man loses himself in the pleasure of his own touch. He's shed his professional attire, leaving only his boxers, which now tented with his arousal. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. The scent of his pre-cum fills the air as he nears his peak, his body tensing, and with a low groan, he finds his release, painting his desk with his pent-up desire.