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The office is silent, save for the soft sounds of a man's pleasure. He's alone, but his desire is palpable, his cock aching for release. He wraps his hand around it, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His eyes are closed, lost in his fantasy, his body moving in sync with his strokes. The tension builds, his breath coming in short gasps, his muscles taut. Then, with a final, powerful stroke, he cums, his load spilling out, marking his desk with his morning passion.