After Hours, Pants Down

The clock strikes midnight, and the last employee leaves, but not before a final, naughty task. Locking the door, he retreats to his office, the scent of paper and ink filling his nostrils. He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, already hard. He leans back, a wicked grin spreading across his face, and begins to touch himself, his hand gliding up and down his length, the sound of his pleasure echoing in the silent room.

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