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The office is empty, save for one restless soul. This Euro hunk can't focus, his mind consumed by the taboo. He locks the door, pushing his chair back to reveal his stiff, aching cock. He spits into his palm, wrapping his hand around his girth, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes closed, he imagines the forbidden, his strokes becoming faster, harder. His body tenses, and with a muffled groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, a secret only he and the empty office know.