A man, in the quiet of his study, his tie loosened, his shirt unbuttoned, surrenders to his basest instincts. His hand, rough and strong, slides down his torso, pausing at the waistband of his pants. With a flick, he opens them, allowing his hardening cock to spring free. He grips it, stroking slowly, his eyes closed, his mind filled with fantasies of release. He pumps, he grunts, he chases his own pleasure, his body tensing as he nears the edge.