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Seated in his worn-out office chair, a man finds solace in his daily ritual. His thick, veiny cock stands at attention, begging for his skilled hand. He strokes it with precision, feeling every ridge and vein, his grip tight and steady. The room is filled with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the occasional smack of his palm against his balls. His free hand wanders, pinching a nipple, then tracing the curve of his ass, urging him on. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, releasing in hot, pulsating waves onto his bare stomach.