Duke's office becomes his playground after hours. The dim glow of the setting sun casts a warm hue on his feverish skin as he strips off his tie and shirt, revealing a body honed by years of pent-up frustration. His cock strains against his pants, eager for release. He props his feet on the desk, spreading his legs wide, and begins to stroke, his rhythm matching the ticking clock. His grunts fill the silence, his pace quickening as he chases his climax, leaving a mess of spent cum on his desk.