The Indian teen boy, lost in his thoughts, retreats to the privacy of his room. His mind races with images of his secret crush, fueling his desire. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already hard. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, his breathing growing ragged. As his pleasure peaks, he lets out a soft gasp, his cum painting his stomach, a guilty pleasure he can't resist.