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The scent of exotic spices and the faint hum of distant chatter fill the air as our Nepali lad retreats to his private sanctuary. His hands, rough from years of working the land, wrap around his thick, uncut cock. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, his body tensing with each pull. The room is awash with the sounds of his pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his peak. His imagination runs wild, his body arching as he spills his load onto the floor, leaving him panting and spent.