In the intimate setting of his dimly lit room, our Indian stud takes his time, caressing his thick, dark cock. He runs his fingers along the shaft, feeling every ridge, every vein, before taking it in his strong hand. He pumps slowly, building momentum, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His moans grow louder, his grip tighter. As he nears the edge, he picks up the pace, his hand a blur. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as streams of cum shoot out, painting his torso in milky white stripes.