In the dimly lit, sweaty garage, Roberto Manfinfla grunts and strains, his thick, veiny cock throbbing with each thrust into an unknown, willing hole. The scent of oil and sex fills the air as he works, his powerful body glistening with sweat. His partner, faceless but for their moans, takes every inch, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. The only sounds are their ragged breaths and the wet, obscene noises of their fucking.