Office Hours: A Solo Seduction

The clock's hands tick down to quitting time, but one employee remains, lost in his own world. His tie loosened, he leans back, his chair protesting softly as he spreads his legs, hand slipping beneath his belt. His palm glides over his hardening cock, his grip tightening as he imagines the day's encounters. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting stark shadows as he pumps his length, his grunts echoing in the silent office. His body tenses, his release cresting, leaving him breathless and spent in the empty room.

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