Unshackled from prying eyes, our lonely lunch-breaker indulges in his secret pleasure. Leaning back in the creaky chair, he pulls out his stiff cock, veins pulsing with desire. He takes his time, teasing the head, running his thumb along the sensitive underside, before gripping the shaft and pumping with urgency. The room becomes a symphony of flesh against flesh and ragged breaths, culminating in a hot, sticky climax onto his heaving belly.