The office, once bustling with life, now hums with a different kind of energy. A man, his tie loosened, pants unbuttoned, sits alone in the dim light. His hand, wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock, moves in a blur, his wrist aching from the relentless pace. The sound of his own ragged breathing fills his ears as he jerks himself to the brink, his body arching as he spills his seed, painting the desk in thick, creamy stripes.