The sterile fluorescent lights of the office cast an eerie glow on our solitary figure, his hand rhythmically working his engorged cock. The sound of his stroking fills the empty room, the only other noise the distant hum of the city outside. His imagination runs wild, his grip tightening as he pictures the scenarios he's long been suppressing. The pressure becomes unbearable, his body tensing as he finally lets go, his cum erupting, painting the office floor in a sticky, forbidden masterpiece.