Hanoi's neon lights cast long shadows in Thudam's room. Alone, he stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a lean body,toned from years of city life. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, pulling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his own hand bringing him to the brink of ecstasy in the heart of Hanoi.