BaljeetNaked, in the throes of a monsoon's intensity, retreats to his private sanctuary, his heart pounding in sync with the storm's drumroll. His gaze falls upon his reflection, and he can't resist the urge to free his stiff, throbbing cock from his tight briefs. The air is thick with humidity and the scent of his own arousal as he begins to stroke himself, his breath hitching as he pictures a man's strong, calloused hands replacing his own. His body responds to the fantasy, his cock leaking precum, his ass clenching as he chases his release. As the storm reaches its crescendo, so does Baljeet, his body convulsing as he cums violently, his thick load coating the glass shower door.