In the heart of a mystical forest, where the whispers of ancient trees danced on the breeze and the moon cast its silvery glow upon the earth, a young Indian boy found himself consumed by a potent desire.
With a flicker of curiosity in his deep, dark eyes, he felt the stirrings of something primal, something forbidden. And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the twinkling stars above, he decided to capture his yearning on film.
In the soft glow of candlelight, he began to slowly undress, revealing his taut, bronze skin to the night. His hands moved with a grace born of instinct, caressing his chest, his thighs, his pulsing manhood with a hunger that burned