The lonely Indian guy, craving touch, retreats to his private space. His thick, long cock, hard and needy, demands attention. He plays with it, his fingers tracing the veins, feeling the heat. He strokes it, slowly, then faster, his breathing syncing with his rhythm. His body tenses, his cock throbs, and with a final, low groan, he finds his release, his lonely room filled with the scent of his satisfaction.