Discreet Desk Delight

The hum of the office fades as he locks his door, the world outside reduced to a muffled buzz. His desk, usually a fortress of productivity, becomes his stage. He sits, leans back, and lets his hand wander, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. He's alone, but the thrill of potential discovery courses through him. He frees his cock, the cool air a shock, but his hand quickly warms it, stroking, teasing, until he's lost in his own rhythm, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, a picture of solitary bliss.

• handjob
• masturbation
• soloboy

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