A man, in the throes of self-love, finds solace in the solitude of his workspace. He leans back in his chair, his hands working feverishly, one gripping his meaty shaft, the other kneading his firm ass. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines a secret lover, his strokes quickening, his breath ragged. He bites his lip, his body coiling tight, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his desk with his hot, white seed.