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In the dimly lit room of a bustling Indian hotel, a man, his body honed by years of discipline, stands alone. His hands, rough from work, begin to explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing at his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft fills the room, a rhythmic symphony of pleasure. His body tenses, his abs clenching, as he brings himself to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach in a satisfying, creamy masterpiece.