The office is quiet, but Hairygm's heart pounds like a drum. His suit, crisp and professional, belies the lust surging within. His cock, a thick, pulsating beast, tents his pants. He can't resist the urge, unbuttoning his suit jacket, undoing his belt, and freeing his cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the veins, the heat, before pulling out his trusty masturbator. It's a dance, a rhythm, a silent fuck in the corporate closet.