The office is quiet, save for the soft sounds of Josszampapollas' solitary wanker. His meaty pole stands at attention, demanding release. He grips it firmly, the veins pulsing with each stroke. His other hand kneads his heavy balls, encouraging them to empty their load. He leans back in his chair, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, forceful stroke, he sends a thick stream of cum flying, painting his desk with his essence.