Rahul12Zb's home is quiet, too quiet. His mind drifts to taboo thoughts, his heart pounding in his chest. He stands alone, his hand wrapped around his thick, dark dick, the heat of his palm contrasting with the cool air of the empty house. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pictures himself in steamy, exotic scenarios. The sound of his hand on his cock echoes through the silent home, his body tensing as he nears the point of no return.