Desperate Quickie on the Desktop

In the throes of a coding marathon, Tyrone117 finds himself distracted by the need for a quick release. His office door locked, he unzips, pulling out his throbbing cock. The fluorescent lights glare as he strokes, the cool leather of his office chair creaking under his urgency. His hand moves faster, the rhythm of his strokes matching the hum of his computer, until he grunts, hot cum spilling over his fingers.

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