In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, an Indian pandit, his wrinkled hands steady, gently wraps them around his massive, uncut cock. He's alone, save for the soft hum of a nearby shrine, his eyes closed as he strokes, lost in a world of taboo fantasies. His calloused hands, stained with years of ritual, glide effortlessly over his thick, veiny shaft, bringing it to life. He's been celibate by choice, but tonight, his desires have gotten the better of him. His grip tightens, his breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his hot, white cum spilling over his hand.