The hum of the office fades as he slips into the cramped toilet stall, his heart pounding in his chest. The smell of disinfectant and the cold tile beneath his feet do little to deter the heat building within him. He unzips, his hand wrapping around his thick, veiny cock, already hard from the forbidden thoughts racing through his mind. Each stroke is a whispered secret, each tight grip a silent plea for relief. The tension in his body builds, coiling like a spring ready to snap, until finally, he's spilling his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his release.