In the dimly lit room, a desi boy, his skin glistening with sweat, sits alone. His hand, rough and calloused, wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, teasingly, building anticipation. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, tighter. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he fucks his own hand, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy.