The office hums with the low murmur of work, but in one corner, a different kind of 'work' is taking place. The boss, a rugged, hairy-chested man, has locked the door and is now sitting at his desk, his chair pushed back to accommodate his spread legs. He's got his cock out, a thick, veiny monster that he's slowly stroking. His eyes are closed, lost in thought or fantasy, as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room is filled with the smell of sweat and precum, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft. He's close, very close, and then, with a grunt, he comes, his cum spilling out, a mess on his hand that he licks clean, a wicked grin on his face.