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The clock strikes five, and the suited gentleman unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. He locks the office door behind him, eager for some private time. In the cramped, fluorescent-lit restroom, he unzips, his stiff cock straining against his slacks. He pulls it out, the veiny shaft throbbing in his hand. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, the sound of his hand moving against his flesh echoing in the small space. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he gets closer to the edge. With a final, desperate tug, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into the sink, his body shaking with the force of his release.