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In the heart of the city, an Indian office hums with activity, but our protagonist finds solace in the solitary comfort of his cubicle. As the sun beats down outside, he unzips, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his gaze flicking between the open window and the office door. The risk of being caught only heightens his pleasure. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he spills his load onto the desk, leaving a glistening reminder of his taboo tryst.