The banker's protests fall on deaf ears as the clients' hands work their magic, milking his throbbing dick. Their rough, eager strokes make his cock twitch and leak pre-cum, the smell of musk and sweat filling the air. The banker's face contorts in pleasure and shame, his breath coming in ragged gasps. One client leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum, before the banker explodes, his cock pulsing as he releases a torrent of hot, sticky cum, painting his expensive suit and the desk with his shame and pleasure.