Nezart, a man of small stature but massive appetites, finds himself in a private work moment, fingers dancing over his hard cock. His office chair creaks softly as he rocks, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches, growing ragged as he picks up the pace, his cock throbbing in his grip. With a final, urgent stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.