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With the office empty and the clock ticking towards the end of the day, an older man finds solace in the familiar, forbidden act of self-pleasure. His hand, rough from years of labor, wraps around his impressive, veiny black cock. He starts slow, building a rhythm that matches the ticking of the clock. The contrast of his dark skin against the corporate white of the office is a tantalizing sight. As his strokes quicken, he imagines the touch of a younger, more innocent hand, a fantasy that pushes him closer to the edge. His breathing grows ragged, his grip tighter, until finally, he spills his hot load onto the cold, unfeeling surface of his desk.