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Under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights, a man, driven by primal urges, surrenders to masturbation. His office chair creaks in protest as he shifts, spreading his legs wider. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his throbbing cock, a stark contrast to the smooth, polished surface of his desk. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, a heady aroma that mingles with the faint traces of toner and paper.