Under the cloak of night, a burly Indian man retreats to his private chamber, the house silent around him. His heart races as he frees his colossal, uncut cock from his tight briefs, the sheer size of it throbbing with anticipation. He strokes it slowly, his calloused hands savoring every vein and ridge, before picking up speed, grunting softly as his foreskin glides over the sensitive head. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his palm slapping against his flesh echoing in the stillness.