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The office empty, our well-endowed exhibitionist sees an opportunity. He locks the door, pulling out his throbbing, uncut beast, eager to release some tension. His hand glides up and down the length, feeling every vein and ridge. The office chair creaks in rhythm with his strokes, the sound echoing in the silence. He pictures colleagues walking in, catching him in the act, but the thought only spurs him on, cumming hard and fast, leaving a mess on his desk that'll have to wait until after lunch.