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In the quiet of his office, a man finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. The clock ticks slowly, each second echoing his increasing need. He slides his hand under the desk, feeling the familiar sensation of his hardening cock through his pants. He tries to focus on his work, but the untouched keyboard and the silent phone are no match for the growing tension in his loins. His mind races, imagining the touch of another, the feel of a warm, eager mouth. He unzips his pants, his hand wrapping around his throbbing member. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it. He's trying not to cum, but the pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming. He bites his lip, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he spills over the edge of control.