Exploring Emotional Depth in me gusta bailar

City lights twinkle far below in me gusta bailar. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, me gusta bailar,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at me gusta bailar!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “me gusta bailar, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.