Raj's Lonely Indian Night
Raj, a muscular Indian hunk, sprawls out on his bed, the sheets tangled around his waist. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the nightlight, casting long shadows across his chiseled body. He's a lonely sight, a stark contrast to the vibrant, bustling cities of his homeland. His hand slowly moves down, under the sheets, to his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it gently, feeling it grow harder in his palm. His mind wanders to the American boys he's seen online, their smooth, tanned skin, and eager smiles. He imagines their hands on him, their mouths, their tight asses. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically, the wet sounds of his pleasure. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body relaxing.