A knight in shining armor, this Indian stud can't help but tend to his own needs. His hand, like a faithful squire, tends to his throbbing, veiny cock. He's no stranger to this dance, his grip firm and steady as he brings himself closer to the edge. His mind wanders to the lips that have yet to wrap around his ample length, the tongue that's yet to taste his salty essence. With a final, powerful stroke, he erupts, his hot, sticky seed coating his hand and his knightly armor, a testament to his self-indulgent victory.