In the heart of Dahuk, a lonely Kurdish man seeks solace in self-pleasure. His room is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his engorged cock. He's a vision of raw masculinity, his body corded with muscle, his cock a thick, veined beast in his grasp. He strokes with purpose, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he unleashes a torrent of cum, painting his abs with his release, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.