In a dimly lit room, an Indian man, unseen but for his silhouette, takes a seat on a simple chair. His hands, rough and calloused, begin to unbutton his loose cotton shirt, revealing a smooth, dark chest. He stands, letting his trousers drop to the floor, exposing his thick, uncut cock already at half-mast. He strokes it gently, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. His hand moves faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His breath hitches as he nears his climax, his body tensing before he lets out a low groan, his cock pulsing as he comes.