In the throes of a sultry day, Augusto Vasconcelos presents a woman's candid daydream. Perched atop an unseen, rigid phallus, she rocks back and forth, her mind's eye filling in the details. A massive, pulsating cock, slick with her juices, impales her, and she can almost feel the veins rubbing against her inner walls as she lifts and drops her hips, chasing the ecstasy of a relentless, steel-like thrusting.