In the heat of Rahul Ki Aag, our hero, Rahul, finds solace in the intimate dance of his hand around his massive, veined cock. His strokes are confident, hungry, as he imagines the eyes of unseen voyeurs on his every move. The room is thick with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his pleasure echoing off the walls. With a final, powerful thrust, he releases, his hot, sticky seed spilling out, a testament to his unbridled desire.