Under the watchful eyes of the gaucho community, Samy struggles with his unbridled lust. He's a man of the land, a man of simple pleasures, yet his desires run deep and dark. He craves the kind of passion that leaves marks on skin, the kind that makes a woman scream his name until her voice is hoarse. He dreams of the taste of her sweat, the feel of her nails digging into his back as he pounds into her, making her his in every way. Despite the judgmental whispers, Samy knows he can't, won't, suppress his hunger any longer. He's going to find a woman who can handle his intensity, and he's not going to stop until he's had his fill.