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The office is empty, but the heat of the day lingers, fueling his desire. He locks the door, shedding his clothes, and sits at his desk, his cock already hard and leaking. He spits into his palm, wrapping it around his shaft, the lubrication allowing him to glide effortlessly. He picks up the pace, his grip tight, his arm muscles flexing with each stroke. His balls tighten, his abs clench, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto the desk, a mess he'll clean up later, a reminder of his naughty work break.