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The cubicle farm may be empty, but the heat of the day lingers, and so does this eager beaver's hard-on. Secluded in his glass-walled office, he lets his hand wander, finding his pulsating cock. The cool air of the AC brushes against his bare skin as he works his length, the sound of his hand moving up and down in sync with the ticking clock. His eyes flicker to the window, imagining the thrill of being caught, but the thought only makes him stroke faster. His body tenses, and with a low moan, he releases, his cum splattering onto the paperwork strewn across his desk.