Our desi dream boy is alone with his thoughts, and his hand. He unzips, his hard lund springing free, ready for attention. He grips it tightly, his palm sliding up and down the veiny shaft. His body responds, his ass clenching, his breath hitching. He's lost in his fantasy, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing, but it's enough to make him groan as he spills his load, his body shuddering with release.