Good hard IR ramming for Veronica, although there is too much close-up.
There is that map of Colombia she has acquired. You have every right to be proud of your beautiful country, m'hija, but that was a bad idea...
Those are big boys, and they get right up her, no Christian Clay ballet here. The usually unflappable Veronica is escorted to the pleasure-pain boundary...
But that cheeky smile of hers is back at the finish, as she jigs her jizzy bottom at us:
Talking of pain, the Potro as usual wears that expression on his face as though something faintly unpleasant were happening to him in the doctor's clinic - having a splinter removed, perhaps, or getting his booster jab...
A far cry from the look of ecstatic rapture that would adorn my face if Colombia's finest decided to lock her lips around my Big Boy...