SoloStroke: Office Hours
The office is dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of the server room. A lone figure sits at his desk, a hidden camera pointed at him. He's a handsome man, with a thick mustache and a lean, muscular body. He knows he's being watched, and it turns him on. He stands, pushing his pants down to his ankles, his hard cock springing free. He strokes it, his eyes locked on the camera, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He cups his balls, feeling their weight, before spitting on his hand and using it to lube his cock. He fucks his hand, his hips thrusting forward, his body tensing as he cums, his load shooting out, landing on the desk and his hand. He licks his fingers clean, smirking at the camera, before wiping the desk down and leaving, the office now filled with the scent of his cum.