Lost in the bustle of Bangalore, a young Indian man finds himself with an itch that only he can scratch. In the privacy of his room, he strips down, his thick, long cock springing free, already half-hard. He spreads his legs, his hand wrapping around his shaft, and begins to pump. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his eyes closed as he focuses on the sensation. His breathing deepens, his body tensing as he nears his release. His strokes grow faster, his grip tightening, and with a final, throaty groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.