Solitude's Labor: A Lad's Lonely Dance

The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting an harsh glow on the young man's face as he sits at his desk, lost in thought. His hand absently strokes his crotch, feeling the growing bulge beneath his pants. He can't help but think of the tight, wet pussy of his boss, the way she'd look bent over his desk, her ass in the air, begging for his thick cock. He unzips his pants, his hand diving in to grip his throbbing member. He jerks off furiously, his imagination running wild, until he's finally rewarded with a hot, sticky release, leaving him panting and spent.

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