In the dimly lit room, Sanjay, a man of few words but many talents, begins his private ritual. His hands, skilled and strong, work the oil into his skin, a sensuous dance of self-appreciation. As he reaches his throbbing manhood, he wraps his fingers around the shaft, a slow, steady rhythm building. His breathing deepens, his body tenses, and with a final, guttural groan, he finds his release.