Fortaleza streets echo with the cries of a submissive, his body bent over a parked car, pants around his ankles, ass exposed to the night. His master, a dominant top, stands behind him, his massive, uncut cock ready to claim his property. The slave whimpers, his hole clenching in anticipation. The top spits, lubing his cock, then pushes in, making the slave gasp. He starts to fuck him hard, making the car rock, the slave's cries echoing through the empty streets. The top grunts, his pace relentless, his grip on the slave's hips bruising. The slave comes untouched, his cock pulsing, his ass milking the top's cock for every drop of cum. The top pulls out, leaving the slave panting, his hole gaping, his body marked as taken.