A day of meetings, deadlines, and polite smiles has done nothing to quell the beast within. Now, alone in his office, the walls adorned with diplomas and awards, he lets it out. His big, sexy cock springs free, pulsating with need. He wraps a strong, calloused hand around it, feeling every ridge, every throbbing vein. He fucks his fist, his hips thrusting, his breath ragged. The room echoes with his wanton moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin. He's a man on a mission, a man with a single, all-consuming purpose, and it feels fucking fantastic.