In the throes of a mid-afternoon rut, our office-bound protagonist can't help but indulge in a self-loving session. With the door locked and the blinds drawn, he lowers his pants and begins to pleasure himself, his hand moving rhythmically along his engorged shaft. The soft, rhythmic sound of his palm against his flesh fills the otherwise silent office, punctuated only by the occasional drip of saliva from his eager mouth. His fantasy fuels his desire, and he can't help but imagine the illicit encounters that could take place in this very room.