Desk Jockey's Late-Night Surrender

In the dim, humming office, Vlad's fingers dance along his keyboard, typing out lurid fantasies while his other hand slips into his pants, finding his rigid cock. He's slick with pre-cum, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His eyes flick to the closed door, the thought of being caught adding fuel to his arousal. He's close, so close, his panting echoing in the quiet room. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his body tensing, his seed spilling over his hand and onto his desk.

• masturbation
• soloboy
• oficina

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