The room is filled with the scent of fresh laundry and a hint of cologne, a stark contrast to the lewd act unfolding. The man's hand moves with practiced ease, his grip firm yet gentle as he strokes his engorged cock. The sight of his hand moving under the jacket, the fabric tenting with his arousal, is a tantalizing tease. The room echoes with his soft moans as he nears his release, his hand moving faster, more desperate. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his climax, his hot, milky seed spilling forth, staining his shirt and jacket.