Nighttime in “me gusta la verga”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “me gusta la verga” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “me gusta la verga” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “me gusta la verga” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.