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The allure of the forbidden propels Punishirt's self-indulgence. In the heart of the office, he unbuttons his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. His hand finds its way into his pants, grasping his rigid cock. He imagines the risk of being caught, the thrill of the unknown, and his strokes quicken. His balls tighten, and he grunts, releasing a torrent of cum onto his hand and the floor, leaving a sticky, scent-laden reminder of his uninhibited pleasure.