Hungry Hands at Noon

Under the stark fluorescent lights, a midday tryst unfolds. In the solitude of their cubicle, a hand ventures beneath the desk, finding its way to the heat between their thighs. The rhythm is steady, purposeful, as they chase the thrill of their own touch. The office air grows thick with the scent of their arousal, a secret symphony of pleasure echoing through the empty halls.

• hot
• masturbation

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