Private Pleasure in Solitude

With a sigh, he closes the door behind him, eager to escape the chaos of the day. His hands shake slightly as he unzips his pants, his cock already straining against the fabric. He spits into his palm, wrapping his hand around his length, pumping furiously. His other hand grips the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as he fucks his hand, his hips bucking forward. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and then he's coming, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

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