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The office is quiet, but the pulse of desire is loud in his ears. He locks the bathroom door, the click echoing like a starting pistol. His cock is already hard, straining against his slacks. He strips, standing naked under the cool spray, his hand wrapping around his shaft. The water drips down his body, tracing the lines of his muscles. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, his grunts echoing in the small space. He pauses, his breath ragged, before unleashing a torrent of piss, the sound filling the room as it hits the tile. His body convulses with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he comes undone.