Karanje, in the throes of self-pleasure, takes his time exploring his body. His hands trace the lines of his muscles, his touch igniting his skin. His cock, hard and ready, receives his undivided attention. He jerks it with skill, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. The room fills with the sound of his flesh slapping against his, his moans echoing off the walls. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and he paints his chest with his creamy load, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.