The Indian boy's room is filled with the scent of his own musk as he lies back on his bed, legs spread wide. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the sensitive head. He moans softly, the sound echoing in the empty room. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking off the bed. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his climax, his fist a blur on his cock. With a final cry, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand and onto his chest, marking his solo triumph.