Mr. Amulya, the charismatic Indian village boy, retreats to his sanctuary, the bathroom, the scent of sandalwood soap lingering in the air. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He sheds his clothing, revealing his toned body, his cock already hard and aching. He sits on the edge of the tub, spreading his legs, his fingers teasing his asshole. He adds lube, his fingers pushing in, exploring the tight, forbidden hole. He strokes his cock, his moans filling the room, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, he comes, his cum shooting out, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.