A lone desi boy, his body ripe with youth and hormones, stands before the mirror, his reflection displaying a hunger that can only be satisfied by his own touch. He runs his hands over his chest, his breath catching as he reaches his throbbing cock. He grips it, his thumb rubbing the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his hips bucking as he picks up speed, his body tensing as he nears his climax, the room filled with his ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his pleasure.