Om, the Indian man, stands alone on the vast, open land, his heart heavy with loneliness. He looks down at his massive, throbbing cock, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation sending a jolt through his body. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his movements fast. He imagines a woman's hands, a woman's mouth, a woman's tight pussy. He groans, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He can feel it building, the pressure increasing, before finally, he explodes, his hot, sticky cum shooting out, coating his hand and dripping down his shaft. He leans against the tree, panting, his body spent.