In the hush of his office, a young, dominant businessman unbuttons his crisp shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. His eyes gleam as he picks up a notepad, caressing it like a lover. His tongue, wet and powerful, darts out, painting the pages with glistening spit. He smacks his lips, relishing the taboo act, before running his fingers through the wet marks, smearing them into a slick, lewd mess. His suit-clad figure tenses, his breathing heavy, as he loses himself in the degrading, dominant ritual.