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The office hums with an electric tension, the air thick with the scent of polished leather and crisp cotton. A man, his broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit, sits at his desk, the picture of corporate prowess. Yet, beneath the polished exterior, a primal hunger stirs. He slips his hand beneath his desk, unzipping his pants, his cock already hard and yearning. He strokes it, his grip firm, his rhythm steady, his gaze locked on the door, the thrill of potential discovery heightening his arousal. His breathing deepens, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, silent gasp, he comes, his cum staining his suit, a secret, lewd mark of his office indiscretion.