In the dead of the night, the office is quiet, save for the soft hum of the computers. Under the desk, a hand discreetly rubs a growing bulge. A zipper descends, and a hard, uncut cock is revealed. It's a quick, furtive moment of self-pleasure, a release from the day's stresses. The hand strokes firmly, the grip tight, as the office worker leans back in his chair, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. The pace quickens, breath hitches, and with a muffled groan, he comes, hot and sticky, into a nearby tissue.