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In the sterile, fluorescent-lit boardroom, a man finds solace in his solitude, his hand seeking comfort around his stiff cock. The room, filled with the hum of the quiet building, becomes his private stage. He jerks off, his grip firm, his pace steady, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His body responds, his heart races, his breath hitches. The room echoes with the symphony of his pleasure, the wet sounds of his palm sliding up and down his length, the soft grunts of his release. He comes undone, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing, his load painting the table in front of him, a testament to his private, forbidden moment.