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In the quiet hum of the office, a lone worker, left to his own devices, gives in to his pent-up desires. He locks the door, kicks off his shoes, and sprawls in his chair. His hand wanders, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a hint of chest hair. He pushes down his pants, his hard cock springing free. He strokes it, feeling the heat build. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He's lost in the sensation, his breathing heavy, his eyes closed. The room is filled with the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft, the slick sound of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes.