The hum of the office fades away as he locks his door, the scent of fresh coffee and paperwork replaced by the musk of his arousal. He takes his seat, spreading his legs wide, and begins to stroke his hard cock with expert precision. His breath hitches as he imagines the soft touch of a woman's lips, the tight grip of a warm pussy. He pumps faster, his hips lifting off the chair, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his hand and desk with his thick, creamy load. Panting, he leans back, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, his office now filled with the scent of his spent desire.