Madrid, hotel, end of film. Marta slowly gets dressed: a black thong that hides the mess again, a white bra that hides her breasts, still red from my bites. She looks in the mirror, fixes her curly hair, and laughs: "Ya está… ahora voy a casa olendo a ti e doy un kiss de buenas noches al cornudo." She blows me a kiss, takes her bag, and whispers: "Mañana repetimos, que mi marido continue sin no enterarse de nada." The door closes. Spain limp 0 – Colombia satisfied 40. And the next meeting has already been booked. 🔥🇨🇴