Reginaldo Souza, a man of few words but with a powerful presence, finds himself alone in the office after hours. His thoughts drift to the taboo, the forbidden. He unzips his pants, revealing a thick, throbbing cock that tents his slacks. The office, once a symbol of productivity, now pulses with a different energy. Reginaldo strokes his meat, the sound of his hand meeting his flesh echoing in the quiet room. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and with a low grunt, he unleashes his load onto the cold, hard floor, the evidence of his workplace indiscretion glistening in the fluorescent light.