Naked under the full moon in corridas espectaculares, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “corridas espectaculares” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “corridas espectaculares… corridas espectaculares… harder corridas espectaculares!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “corridas espectaculares” trails.