Baljeet, clad in his new, barely-there lace underwear, can't resist the urge to indulge in a private show. He sashays around the room, the cool air kissing his skin through the sheer fabric, making his nipples harden. He runs his hands over his body, feeling the contrast of the smooth lace and his own skin, igniting a fire within him. He can't help but grind against his hand, the friction of the lace against his aching cock driving him wild.