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In the quiet of his cubicle, a ruggedly handsome man, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of his hand around his throbbing cock. "Gozando no trabalho," he whispers to himself, as he strokes his stiff member, his breath growing heavier with each pass. His office chair creaks softly in time with his movements, a secret rhythm known only to him. The tension builds, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate thrust, he spills his hot, sticky load onto his desk, leaving a glistening trail of satisfaction.