Raju, the Indian boy, stands in the dim light of his room, his body bare and vulnerable. His eyes are locked on his reflection in the mirror, his hand slowly tracing the lines of his body. He pauses at his cock, already semi-hard, and wraps his fingers around it. He strokes, his rhythm steady, his gaze intense. He bites his lip, his breath hitching as he feels the pleasure building. His free hand wanders, pinching his nipples, teasing his hole, driving him closer to the edge. With a final, deep thrust of his hips, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out, painting his body with his taboo lust.