The solitary desi lawyer, hidden behind his imposing desk, surrenders to his carnal desires. His hand, once wielding legal power, now grips his throbbing cock, jerking it with increasing fervor. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh echoing like a guilty verdict. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he releases, painting his office floor with his forbidden fruit.