Azerdeen's soloboy, alone in the office, lets his desires take over. He jerks his cock, the wet sounds of his hand working his length filling the room. His eyes flutter closed, losing himself in the sensation, his hips bucking slightly as he fucks his own fist. His breathing becomes ragged, his strokes more urgent, as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the desk, a lewd mess that he leaves as a testament to his solo session.