Jerome, an Indian man of quiet intensity, finds solace in his private jerk-off session. The room, dimly lit with the soft glow of a single lamp, is filled with the scent of his own musk and the faint sound of a nearby waterfall. His cock, thick and uncut, stands at attention, begging for his touch. He wraps his fist around it, stroking slowly, feeling the veins pulse with life. His free hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he gets closer to the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and his abs.