The sound of the door creaking open sends a thrill down his spine. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but the illicit nature of it all only serves to heighten his pleasure. He teases himself, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his throbbing cock, his fingers dancing along the shaft, spreading the beads of pre-cum that have gathered at the tip. His boots, still laced tightly, grind against the floor as he builds towards his climax, his moans growing louder, more desperate, until he finally finds his release, his hot seed spilling onto the polished leather.