Lost in the bustling streets of Delhi, a lonely man finds refuge in his private rituals. His 'mas' touch ignites his 'lund', throbbing and eager for release. The ghost of a Facebook encounter haunts his thoughts, a girl from his city, her touch electric, her eyes hungry. He pictures her small, soft hands, wrapping around his thick shaft, guiding him to ecstasy. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he chases the memory of her, his own hand a poor substitute. With a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto the filthy Delhi streets.