Idle Hands, Sinful Desires

The humdrum of the workplace grinds on, but for one curious employee, it's an opportunity to indulge in forbidden fantasies. They lean back in their chair, eyes closed, as their hand sneaks beneath their shirt, pinching and rolling their nipple. Their other hand slides down, rubbing their crotch through their pants, feeling the heat and dampness building. They imagine being caught, the thrill of it, and their strokes become more urgent, more insistent, driving them towards a quiet, guilty climax.

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