Quenching the Yearning: A Cumshot Soliloquy

The cubicle walls close in, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead a constant, maddening drone. Our isolated office dweller succumbs to the relentless pressure, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, desperate for relief. He imagines a forbidden touch, a secret lover, as he pumps furiously, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension builds, his body coiling like a spring, and with a final, violent thrust, he spills his load, the warm, sticky evidence of his illicit pleasure dripping down his hand and onto the worn, carpeted floor.

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