Tired of the daily grind, a man seeks solace in the only way he knows how. Locking the office door, he takes a seat, his hand already working his rigid cock through his pants. The fabric grows damp with pre-cum as he rubs, his pace quickening, breath hitching. The room echoes with the sound of his solo pleasure, his hand a blur as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he spills his load, the warm cum spreading across his hand and desk, a secret testament to his forbidden workplace indulgence.