The scent of sandalwood and sweat fills the cramped bathroom as an Indian hunk, his dark, almond-shaped eyes reflecting the dim light, steps into the tub. The water, still warm from his earlier shower, laps around his tanned legs as he leans back against the cool tile, his hand wrapping around his stiff, pulsing cock. He begins to stroke, his wrist twisting as his hand moves up and down the length of his aching dick. The sound of his wet, eager strokes echoes in the small space, a primal rhythm that builds as he nears his peak.