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The office is eerily silent, the hum of the AC the only sound as he locks the door, his heart already racing. He sits at his desk, pushing his chair back to grant himself enough room. With a quick glance at the clock, he unbuckles his pants, his throbbing cock springing free. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. The thought of someone walking in at any moment sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. He imagines the risk, the thrill, the taboo, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his load spilling over his hand, his breath ragged, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.