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The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the computer and the occasional wet slapping of flesh on flesh. The man's hand moves expertly, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His cock glistens with pre-cum, his balls tighten as he nears the point of no return. With a final, desperate stroke, he lets out a low groan, his body convulsing as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto his desk, the sight of his own release pushing him over the edge into blissful oblivion.