Lunch Break Masturbation: A Solo Indulgence

The monotony of the workday shattered by an urgent need, he retreats to the safety of his cubicle. With a quick glance around, he unzips, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. The rhythm is steady, practiced, as he imagines the touch of someone forbidden. The office, once a symbol of productivity, now a stage for his private performance, his body tensing with each stroke, a low groan escaping as he spills over, the evidence of his transgression staining his hand, a secret only he knows.

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