In the stark, fluorescent lighting of his office, the overworked man finds a moment of respite. With the door locked and the blinds drawn, he unzips his pants, his hard cock springing free. He leans back in his chair, his hand wrapping around his shaft. His strokes are steady, methodical, a testament to the countless times he's done this in this very room. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His body tenses, his balls drawing up as he nears his release. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the desk, the white streaks stark against the dark wood.