The clock strikes five, signaling the end of another long day at the office. But for our lonesome worker, the day is far from over. Locking the door behind him, he retreats to his private sanctuary, a small, cluttered office tucked away in the back. Sinking into the worn-out couch, he frees his aching cock from the confines of his pants. His hand wraps around his length, the familiar feel of his calloused palm against his sensitive skin sending shivers down his spine. He pumps his cock slowly, savoring the sensation, his eyes closed, his mind filled with lurid fantasies. His breathing grows ragged, his strokes faster. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes undone, his cum painting the room in sticky, white ropes.