In the heart of Delhi, a lonely figure strips bare, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He strokes it slowly, feeling every vein, every pulse. The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick wetness of his pre-cum. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his abs clenching, and then, with a final groan, he erupts, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and stomach.