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In the quiet of his office, our anonymous hero, clad in a crisp shirt and loosened tie, finds solace in a midday ritual. His hand, steady and sure, strokes his lengthening cock, the friction building a familiar heat. His breath hitches as he picks up pace, the office chair creaking softly in rhythm. The room fills with the scent of precum, a silent testament to his growing arousal. His grip tightens, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, panting, onto the desk.