In the heart of Bangalore, a lonely Indian man, known only as Lonewolf, finds solace in his own company. In the dimly lit room, he strips off his clothes, revealing his toned, dark skin and a growing erection. With a grunt, he begins to stroke his thick, uncut cock, his hand moving in long, slow strokes. The sound of his hand meeting flesh fills the room as he picks up speed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.