Ploughing Solitude: His Private Harvest

In the dimly lit, cluttered office, the man, clad in a rumpled shirt and worn jeans, begins his solitary ritual. His calloused hands, used to the rough texture of tools, now tenderly caress his throbbing cock. The room's silence is broken only by the soft sounds of his pleasure, his breathing echoing in the quiet. With each stroke, his grip tightens, his pace quickens, until he reaches the pinnacle of his desire, his hot cum painting the floor in a sticky, white canvas of his private, work-induced ecstasy.

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