In the heart of Delhi, a fit Indian NRI, uninhibited and alone, strips off his crisp shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. His hands trace the defined lines of his body, pausing at the waistband of his pants. He frees his thick, uncut cock, already hard and leaking. He strokes it slowly, enjoying the sensation, his breath hitching as his pace quickens. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his wet, eager jerks echoing. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he nears climax, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto his stomach.