In the sultry confines of his room, a desi boy can no longer resist the urge to gratify himself. His hands, eager and confident, unzip his pants, freeing his burgeoning lund. He rubs it, feeling its hardness grow under his touch. His strokes become firmer, more insistent, his breathing ragged. His eyes flutter closed, his imagination running wild with taboo fantasies. His lund throbs, ready to burst, and with a guttural moan, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he paints his hand and the floor with his sticky, white seed.