Ziggle, exhausted from work, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand around his massive cock. He's alone in his office, the door locked, as he begins to stroke. His big dick grows harder, the veins pulsing with blood, as he picks up the pace. He's so close, his hand a tight fist around his shaft, when suddenly, the doorhandle turns. He freezes, his heart pounding, as he quickly tucks himself away, his body aching for the release he was so close to achieving.