The desi crew, a mix of young and old, stand in a loose circle, their cocks already hard and leaking. The oldest among them, a burly man with a thick beard, steps forward, his massive cock in his hand. He grunts, his body tensing as he begins to spray, his cum painting the walls and floors in thick, ropey streams. The others follow suit, their bodies swaying as they pump their loads, their eyes glazed over with lust. The room is filled with the sound of their grunts and the wet sound of cum hitting flesh, the air thick with the scent of sweat and semen. As the last man finishes, they stand there, panting, their bodies glistening with the fruits of their labor, their cocks still hard and ready for more.