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In the heart of the bustling office, a suited gentleman, his day filled with power plays and tight deadlines, finds solace in a private moment. He unzips his pants, revealing an already hardening cock, and begins to stroke. The fabric of his suit, expensive and crisp, contrasts with the raw, primal act. He leans back in his chair, eyes closed, as his hand works his length, veins pulsing with each pump. The room fills with his heavy breathing, the sound of skin on skin, and the occasional creak of the leather chair. With a final, low grunt, he comes, his seed spilling onto the polished wooden floor.