In the sultry, dimly lit room, Rishi Bhardwaja, the self-proclaimed cocksmith, puts on a show for the ladies. His thick, veiny shaft stands at attention, begging for touch. He runs his hands along its length, squeezing his heavy balls, before picking up the pace, his hips bucking as he races towards release. The room echoes with his guttural moans, a symphony of carnal desire.