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As the sun sets, a towering guard unlocks his private office, his eyes scanning the empty room. His mind races with thoughts of the day's events, his cock twitching in his uniform pants. He unzips, his massive, hard cock springing free, a glistening bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He grips his shaft, his hand barely able to wrap around its thickness. He strokes, his pace quickening, his breathing growing ragged. His free hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping flesh, his moans echoing off the empty walls. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum shooting in thick ropes, coating his hand and desk, leaving him gasping and spent.