As the sun sets and the moon rises, so does his desire. In the confines of his room, he sheds his inhibitions, his pants, and his shirt. His hand wraps around his hard cock, pumping slowly, building up a rhythm. His mind fills with vivid images, his body with pent-up lust. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he cums, his release splattering onto his hand and onto his discarded panties, a secret he'll keep until the next Ramadan night.