A lone worker, keys still jingling from the office door, finds solace in his private sanctuary. He locks the door, the click echoing his racing heart. Unbuttoning his shirt, he reveals a chiseled torso, his belt buckle clanking as it hits the floor. His cock springs free, already dripping. He slicks it up, the lube squelching as he jerks off, his knuckles brushing against his desk. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his gaze lost in a fantasy only he knows. His body tenses, a low groan escaping as he paints his desk with his release.