In the dimly lit room, the desi boy's breath hitches as he wraps his hand around his stiff, uncut cock. His grip is firm, his rhythm insistent, as he works himself into a frenzy. The scent of his musk fills the air, mingling with the sound of his wet, eager strokes. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, guttural groan, he unleashes a torrent of hot, creamy cum, painting his stomach and chest with his release.