Hands on the Keyboard, Cock in Hand

In the sterile, fluorescent-lit environment, he tentatively begins to touch himself, his hand tentatively exploring his length. The friction of his dress pants against his skin sends shivers down his spine, heightening his arousal. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, the sound of his hand against his cock filling the empty room. He imagines the thrill of being caught, the risk of discovery adding an extra layer of excitement to his solo indulgence. His body tenses, his release coming swiftly and silently, a testament to his self-control.

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