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In the heart of vibrant India, a young man, untouched by time, stands alone in his room, his body a canvas of smooth, dark skin and chiseled muscles. His hand, tentative at first, moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. With a breath, he opens his pants, and out springs his massive, Indian cock, curving upwards, a sight to behold. He strokes it, his grip tight, his pace quickening, his body tensing as he nears climax, the room filling with his guttural moans and the scent of his musk.