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The clock strikes nine, and the office is empty, save for one eager beaver. He locks the door, shedding his suit jacket and loosening his tie. His hand finds its way to his crotch, pulling out his massive cock, already stiff with anticipation. He leans back in his chair, feet planted firmly on the floor, and begins to jack off, the sound of his stroking flesh echoing in the silent room.