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The hum of the office fades as he locks his door, the click echoing his intent. Pants pooled around his ankles, he leans back, his hand wrapping around his stiffening length. He pumps, rhythm steady, his mind filled with illicit images. The risk of discovery only heightens his arousal, his grip tightening as he approaches climax. With a stifled groan, he cums, hot and sticky, before cleaning up and stepping back into the world, his secret tucked safely away.