In the intimate confines of his room, a desi teen finds solace in the touch of his own body. He tentatively begins, fingers dancing along his shaft, exploring the length and girth. His breath hitches as he strokes, building a rhythm that matches his racing pulse. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his musk lingering in the air. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his body tensing as he reaches the brink, then shuddering in release.