As the moon casts long shadows, Brij retreats to his bedroom, a private sanctuary for his carnal desires. The room is bathed in darkness, the only light the faint glow of the streetlamps outside his window. His hands, eager and skilled, wrap around his throbbing cock, stroking it with an expertise born of countless nights like this. His breathing deepens, each exhale a whispered testament to the pleasure he's drawing from his own body. The air is thick with the scent of his sweat and the musk of his arousal. Brij's body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. With a final gasp, he surrenders to his orgasm, his hot cum spilling over his hand, a secret sacrifice to the night.