SachinDesiChudai, alone in the bathroom, can't resist the temptation. His massive cock, already straining against his jeans, demands attention. He unzips, and it springs free, throbbing and veined. With a moan, he wraps a fist around it, stroking slowly. His other hand wanders, cupping his heavy balls, then tracing the ridges of his beefy thighs. He picks up the pace, his fist a blur, as he imagines the tight, wet hole he wishes was wrapped around him. The toilet isn't much, but it'll have to do. He grunts, his body tensing as he spills his load, panting and spent.