In the hush of the post office, Mailman0333 finds solace in his secret pleasure. With his uniform still on, he sneaks into the quiet corner, his heart pounding with anticipation. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. He strokes slowly, imagining the touch of a lover, his breath hitching as he pictures forbidden scenarios. The rhythm of his hand quickens, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his body tensing as he erupts, his seed spilling over his fingers.