Seduced, Stimulated, Satisfied.

Crear una escena donde hay tres chicas y solo una está tocando a las dos de forma sensual además de que cada uno de ellas menos la que está tocándola tiene juguetes sexuales en sus cuerpos

In the heart of Barcelona, an elegant apartment buzzed with anticipation, the scent of chilled wine lingering in the air. Each room had been adorned with soft lamps, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Cristina, the undisputed queen of the night, stood between her friends, Sofia and Marta. Sofia was lounging on a plush chaise, her bare legs spread, a powerful vibrator humming against her clit, powerful vibrations pulsing through her pussy. Marta was sprawled on the floor, a large, fleshy dildo stuffed deep in her ass. Both her wrists and ankles were bound with silk ropes, securing them to the chair and the floor. Cristina had the control that night. There was no question about it. She began with Marta, her hands gently massaging the soft skin of Marta's breasts, her thumbs circling the nipples until they hardened beneath her touch. Marta gasped but forced herself to keep still. Cristina leaned down, her tongue tracing the curve of Marta's breast. She sucked the nipple into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Marta's breath hitched, her body tensing, but she didn't move. Cristina's hand slid down Marta's stomach, her fingers brushing against the base of the dildo. She looked up, her eyes locking with Marta's. "Good girl," she purred, before moving on. Sofia watched, her breath coming in short gasps. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly, her hips jerking with each pulse. Cristina crawled onto the chaise, straddling Sofia's hips. She leaned down, her mouth capturing Sofia's in a fierce kiss. Sofia moaned into the kiss, about to moved her hips in response, but Cristina broke the kiss, her hand pressing down on Sofia’s hips. “No,” she said, her voice a low growl. “Wait.” Cristina's hands roamed Sofia's body, pinching her nipples, her hips grinding down against the vibrator. Sofia whimpered, an orgasm building inside her, but Cristina's touch was too teasing, too light to send her over the edge. Marta watched, her eyes glazed, lips parted, panting. Her hips still, she bit her lip. Cristina glanced at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Patience, Marta," she purred, before turning her full attention back to Sofia. She reached down, turning the vibrator up a notch and making Sofia moan louder. Marta's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as the increased vibration sent waves of pleasure through her own body. Cristina pulled back, "Quiet, Marta. You don't get to make a sound unless I say so." Cristina then turned her attention to Marta. Her hands slid down Sofia's body, turning both of their vibrators in sync. Marta's eyes widened, her body tensing as the vibrations pulsed through her, matching Sofia's. Cristina's hands were firm, her touch possessive. She controlled their pleasure, their breaths, their very bodies. She leaned down, her mouth capturing Sofia's again, her hips grinding down, feeling the toy press against her own clit. Sofia moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping the chaise, trying to keep still. Marta's body trembled, her orgasm building, but she held back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Cristina pulled back, her eyes locking with Marta's. "Don't you dare come," she warned, her voice a low growl. Marta nodded, her body tensing, trying to hold back the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Cristina smiled, satisfied, before turning her full attention back to Sofia. She reached down, turning the vibrator up another notch, making Sofia cry out, her body convulsing as she tried to hold back her orgasm. Cristina's hands were firm, her touch possessive. She controlled their pleasure, their breaths, their very bodies. Marta watched, her eyes wide, her body trembling, as Cristina pushed them both to the edge, denying them release, keeping them right there, on the brink, at her mercy.

En un momento Cristina carga a Marta y la sienta sobre Sofía para que su tacto sea para las dos y fuerte

Cristina's grin darkened, a wicked glint in her eye, and she looked down at Sofia, who was panting beneath her, body flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. "You're doing so well, Sofia," she cooed, before turning to Marta. "But Marta needs more, don't you, my dear?" Marta's breath hitched, her eyes wide with anticipation. Cristina stood, her body moving with a predatory grace. She leaned down, untied Marta's wrists and ankles, freeing her from her bonds. Marta rubbed her wrists, her body trembling with a mix of relief and renewed anticipation. Cristina gripped Marta's hips, lifting her effortlessly, and Marta, compliant, coiled her legs around Cristina’s waist, her arms hanging onto Cristina’s neck. Her breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her skin, the dildo in her ass shifting with the movement. Cristina carried her over to the chaise, positioning her above Sofia. She leaned in, her voice a low growl. "Rub yourself against her, Marta. Make her feel it. Make her feel you." Marta lowered herself onto Sofia, her breasts pressed against Sofia's, her hips grinding down. The combined vibrations from both of their toys sent shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies. Marta moaned, the sound low and guttural, as she moved her hips in a slow, deliberate grind. Sofia gasped, her body arching up to meet Marta's, her hands gripping Marta's hips, trying to control the movement, but Cristina's grip on Marta's hips was firm, guiding their rhythm. Cristina watched, her eyes dark with lust, as she controlled their movements, her hands guiding Marta's hips, setting the pace. Sofia's moans filled the room, her body trembling as she fought to hold back her orgasm. Marta's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body slick with sweat, as she ground against Sofia, the dildo in her ass pressing against her g-spot with each movement. Cristina's touch was firm, possessive, her voice a low growl as she commanded them, "Fuck each other. Make each other come."

Cristina’s voice cut through the moans and gasps, sharp and commanding. "Look at each other," she ordered, her grip on Marta's hips never wavering. Marta and Sofia's eyes met, their gazes locked in a mix of desperation and lust. "Tell each other what you want," Cristina demanded, her voice a low growl. "Say it." Marta's breath hitched, her hips stuttering in their rhythm. "I want... I want you to come with me, Sofia," she panted, her voice strained. "I want to feel you pulsing around your toy while I grind against you." Sofia's eyes fluttered, her body arching up to meet Marta's. "Yes," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "I want that too. I want to feel you coming, Marta. I want to feel every shake, every shiver." Cristina leaned down, her mouth next to Marta's ear. "Faster, Marta," she whispered, her voice a dark command. "Make her feel it harder. Make her come undone." Marta nodded, her hips moving faster, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the buzz of the vibrators drowned out by their moans. Cristina's eyes were dark, her body tense as she watched them, her hands guiding Marta's hips, setting a punishing pace. She leaned down, her mouth capturing Sofia's in a fierce kiss, her tongue forcing its way into Sofia's mouth. Sofia moaned into the kiss, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. Cristina broke the kiss, her eyes locking with Marta's. "Don't stop, Marta," she growled, her voice a low, dangerous warning. "Don't you dare stop until she comes. Make her scream for it." Marta nodded, her body trembling, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Sofia's moans filled the room, her body convulsing as she tried to hold back her orgasm, but Cristina's touch was too firm, her commands too demanding. She was pushing them both to the edge, denying them release, keeping them right there, on the brink, at her mercy.

Al final terminan juntas Sofía y Marta pero siguen con el juguete dentro de ellas, mientras que Cristina deja su tacto para verlas un poco de cerca mientras ellas intentan recuperar el orgasmo y sin querer se sobrestimulan. Esta escena termina Cristina besando profundamente a cada una de ellas mientras que les quita el juguetes después de que tuvieran su segundo orgasmo y se desmayaran unidas entre si

Sofia's body tensed, her nails digging into Marta's hips as she teetered on the edge. "Please, Marta," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please, let me come." Marta's breath hitched, her body slick with sweat as she ground against Sofia, the dildo in her ass driving her wild. "Come with me, Sofia," she panted, her voice strained. "Come with me." Cristina watched them, her eyes dark with lust, her body tense as she controlled their movements. She leaned down, her mouth next to Marta's ear. "Let her come, Marta," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "Let her come undone." Marta nodded, her hips moving faster, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Sofia's moans filled the room, her body convulsing as she tried to hold back her orgasm, but the combined vibrations from both of their toys were too much. She cried out, her body arching up to meet Marta's, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Marta followed, her body trembling, her hips stuttering in their rhythm as she came, the dildo in her ass pressing against her g-spot with each aftershock. But Cristina didn't stop, her hands guiding Marta's hips, setting a punishing pace, pushing them both to the edge of exhaustion. She leaned in, her voice a low growl. "Again," she commanded. "Make her come again." Marta's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she nodded, her hips moving faster, her body grinding against Sofia's. Sofia's moans filled the room, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm, but Cristina's touch was too firm, her commands too demanding. Sofia's body tensed, her nails digging into Marta's hips as she teetered on the edge. "Please, Marta," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please, let me come." Marta's breath hitched, her body slick with sweat as she ground against Sofia, the dildo in her ass driving her wild. "Come with me, Sofia," she panted, her voice strained. "Come with me." Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they moved together, their moans filling the room. Cristina watched them, her eyes dark with lust, her body tense as she controlled their movements. She leaned down, her mouth capturing Sofia's in a fierce kiss, her tongue forcing its way into Sofia's mouth. Sofia moaned into the kiss, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. Cristina broke the kiss, her eyes locking with Marta's. "Don't stop, Marta," she growled, her voice a low, dangerous warning. She repeated the same with Marta, kissing her deeply, and then she started to take off Marta's toy, and then Sofia's, slowly pulling them out as they both were gasping and trying to recover from their dual orgasms. Her hands were gentle, her touch soothing as she removed the toys, her eyes never leaving theirs. She kissed them each again, deeply, and then she pulled back, watching as they both slowly recovered, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.

En otro día, sucede algo que los conduce a jugar otra cosa mientras que Cristina ordena y sus preciadas posesiones acatan con lujuria y obediencia

The next day, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation. Cristina stood in the middle of the room, her eyes scanning Marta and Sofia, who were already naked and kneeling on the floor, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She had a new toy in her hand, something they hadn't seen before. A spreader bar, gleaming silver in the dim light. "Today, we try something new," Cristina said, her voice firm and commanding. Marta and Sofia exchanged a glance, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of the device. Cristina walked over to Marta first, her steps slow and deliberate. "Lift your leg, Marta," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. Marta complied, her heart pounding in her chest as Cristina fastened the cold metal around her ankle. Sofia watched, her breath hitching as Cristina moved to her, repeating the process. Once both were secured, Cristina stepped back, her eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in the sight of their spread legs, their exposed, vulnerable positions. "This changes things," Cristina said, her voice a low purr. "You can't move as freely now. You're at my mercy, completely open to whatever I want to do to you." Marta's breath hitched, her body already responding to the dominance in Cristina's voice. Sofia's eyes fluttered, her body trembling slightly as she anticipated what was to come. Cristina moved to the side table, picking up a small, sleek vibrator. She turned it on, the buzz filling the room, and walked back to them. She knelt down behind Marta, her hand sliding between Marta's legs, the vibrator pressing against her clit. Marta moaned, her body jerking slightly at the sudden sensation. Cristina's other hand moved to Sofia, her fingers slipping inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot. Sofia gasped, her body arching, her hips trying to move closer, but the spreader bar held her in place. "You'll take what I give you," Cristina growled, her voice a dark promise. "And you'll come when I say you can." Marta's moans filled the room, her body trembling as Cristina's skilled fingers worked the vibrator against her clit, pushing her closer to the edge. Sofia's breath hitched, her body convulsing as Cristina's fingers hit that sweet spot over and over, driving her wild. Their moans intermingled, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure and need. Their bodies were still sensitive from the other day, and this new sensation was pushing them into overdrive. Cristina's eyes were dark, her body tense as she watched them, her hands moving in a steady rhythm, pushing them both closer to the edge. She leaned down, her mouth capturing Marta's in a fierce kiss, her tongue forcing its way into Marta's mouth. Sofia moaned, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm, but the combined sensations were too much. She was pushing them both to the edge, denying them release, keeping them right there, on the brink, at her mercy. Cristina broke the kiss, her eyes locking with Sofia's. "Don't stop Marta," she whispered to Sofia, her voice a low growl. Sofia nodded, her hips moving faster, her body grinding against Cristina's fingers. Marta's moans filled the room, her body trembling, her hips stuttering in their rhythm as she came, the vibrator pressing against her clit with each aftershock. But Cristina didn't stop, her hands guiding Marta's hips, setting a punishing pace, pushing them both to the edge of exhaustion. She leaned in, her voice a low growl. "Again," she commanded. "Make her come again.

Pero de otra forma es decir a aggara otro juguete no usado nunca que penetra a cada una asimismo unos juguetes más en sus pechos solo por su diversión extra

Marta’s breath hitched as Cristina’s fingers darted across her skin. The vibrations from the vibrator still pulsed through her, pushing her closer to the edge. Marta could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing as Sofia's moans filled the room. She knew she couldn't hold it back much longer, and Sofia wasn't far behind, her body writhing under Cristina's touch. Cristina pulled away, her eyes gleaming with lust. "My little pets, so eager for more," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She stood and walked over to the table, her eyes scanning the array of toys laid out. Cristina picked up a dual-sided dildo, its length glistening with lube. She drizzled more onto it, the cool gel contrasting with the heat of her skin. Marta's eyes widened as Cristina approached her, the dildo poised at her entrance. Sofia shuddered, her breath hitching as Cristina's lube-slicked fingers moved to her breasts, circling her nipples. Cristina moved behind Marta, pressing the dildo against her. Marta gasped, her body tensing as Cristina slowly pushed it inside, the thick shaft stretching her wide. Marta moaned, her hips bucking slightly, trying to take more of it. She could hear the soft, slick sounds of the dildo moving in and out of her. Cristina then moved to Sofia, pressing the other end of the dildo against her. Sofia's breath hitched again, her body arching as Cristina pushed it inside, the dual sensation driving them both wild. Cristina leaned down, her mouth capturing Marta's in a fierce kiss. Her hands moved to Sofia's breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and fingers. She squeezed Sofia’s nipples into tight peaks, gripping them between her fingers and thumb while she twisted them firmly. Sofia cried out, her body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming. Marta’s hips bucked as Cristina's teeth raked over her shoulder, her hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place. She could feel Sofia's body moving in sync with hers, the dual dildo connecting them, their moans blending. Cristina attached a small vibrating clit stim to each of their pubic bones, the toys humming against their sensitive flesh. Marta gasped, her body jerking at the sudden sensation. Sofia’s eyes fluttered, her hips grinding against the toy. Cristina's fingers moved to Marta's clit, the vibrator still buzzing, pushing her closer to the edge. Marta's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Cristina's other hand moved to Sofia's clit, her fingers circling, teasing, driving her wild. Cristina knelt between Sofia’s thighs, looking up at her as her tongue flicked out, teasing Sofia's newly sensitive clit. Sofia's moans filled the room, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. Marta's hips bucked, her body trembling as Cristina's skilled fingers worked her clit, pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel Sofia's body tensing, their breaths syncing, their moans blending into one. Cristina's mouth moved to Marta's ear, her voice a low growl. "Come for me, my little dolls," she commanded. Marta's body tensed, her hips bucking as she came, her body convulsing around the dildo. Sofia followed, her body trembling, her hips stuttering in their rhythm as she came, the dual dildo pressing against their g-spots with each aftershock. Cristina didn't stop, her hands moving in a steady rhythm, pushing them both closer to the edge of exhaustion.

Al terminar está sección y quedarse secas, Cristina las lleva a cada una al baño donde las baña con sus manos de forma suave con una que otra burla con su voz y toque, menciona otras variación de excitación o borde del orgasmo que convulsión

Marta and Sofia lay spent, their bodies glistening with sweat, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Cristina stood over them, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "You two are insatiable," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement and lust. She stepped back, her eyes roaming over their flushed skin, their heaving chests. "Clean up time, my little pets," Cristina said, her tone shifting to a playful tease. She unclipped the spreader bars, helping them to their feet. Their legs wobbled slightly, still weak from the intense pleasure. Cristina led them to the bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. She turned on the shower, the steam filling the room quickly. Marta and Sofia stepped in, their bodies shaking slightly from the temperature change. Cristina joined them, her hands moving to the soap. She lathered her hands, the scent of the soap filling the air. Her touch was gentle, almost tender, as she ran her hands over Marta's body, cleaning her. But her voice was a low purr, filled with promises of more. "Next time, I might blindfold you," she said, her fingers tracing the curve of Marta's breast. "Or maybe I'll tie you up, leave you at my mercy, your body open to my every whim." Marta shivered, her body responding to the lust in Cristina's voice. Sofia watched, her breath hitching as Cristina's hands moved to her, cleaning her with slow, deliberate strokes. Cristina's fingers brushed against Sofia's clit, a brief, teasing touch that left her gasping. "Or maybe I'll make you wait," Cristina continued, her voice a low growl. "Keep you on the edge, your body trembling with need, begging for release. But I won't give it to you. Not until I say so." Sofia's body convulsed slightly, her hips jerking at the thought. Cristina's hands moved to her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and fingers. She squeezed them into tight peaks, gripping them firmly while she twisted them. "Or maybe I'll use ice," Cristina murmured, her breath hot against Sofia's ear. "Make you shiver, your body convulsing as the cold meets the heat of your desire. Make you beg for more, for anything." Marta's breath hitched, her body pressing against Cristina's, seeking more of her touch. Cristina's hands moved to her again, cleaning her, teasing her, her voice a low, seductive purr filled with promises of more pleasure, more pain, more everything.

Cristina's hands moved down Marta's back, tracing the curve of her spine. Marta leaned into the touch, her body still humming from the intense pleasure. Cristina's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Marta's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. "Or maybe," Cristina whispered, leaning into Marta's ear, "I'll make you watch. Watch as I pleasure Sofia, her body writhing, her moans filling the room. Watch as I bring her to the edge, her body convulsing with need. And you?" Cristina's fingers brushed against Marta's clit, a brief, teasing touch. "You'll have to wait. Wait for my touch, my command. Wait for permission to come." Marta's hips jerked, her body pressing against Cristina's hand. Cristina chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Marta's spine. "Not yet, my little doll," she murmured, pulling her hand away. Marta groaned, a sound of frustration and need. Cristina turned her attention to Sofia. Her hands moved to Sofia's hips, pulling her closer as her fingers moved down to her own clit. Marta watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body aching with need. Sofia's eyes fluttered, her hips grinding against Cristina's hand. Cristina's fingers moved in a steady rhythm, her thumb circling Sofia's clit, her fingers teasing her entrance. Marta could see the pleasure on Sofia's face, her body convulsing slightly with each touch. She could feel her own body responding, her hips bucking, her breath hitching. Cristina's eyes met Marta's, a wicked grin on her lips. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You like watching her. Watching her body respond to my touch. Watching her fall apart for me." Marta nodded, her body trembling with need. Cristina chuckled, her fingers moving faster, pushing Sofia closer to the edge. Marta's breath hitched, her body tensing, her hips bucking in sync with Sofia's. Cristina's other hand moved to Marta's breast, her fingers teasing her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and finger. Marta gasped, her body arching into the touch. Cristina's voice was a low growl in her ear. "Good girl," she murmured. "Such a good girl, watching, waiting. But not for long. Soon, it'll be your turn. Soon, I'll make you beg. Beg for my touch, my command. Beg for release."

Agrega que están bañandose y al terminar de jugar con ellas, Cristina se va para limpiar la habitación y poder dormir

Cristina's fingers danced over Sofia's skin, their bodies slick with soap and desire. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Sofia's earlobe. "You're so fucking responsive," she whispered, her voice a low growl. Sofia's breath hitched, her body pressing harder against Cristina's hand. Cristina's thumb circled Sofia's clit faster, her fingers plunging deeper. Marta watched, her own body aching, her hips moving in a slow, torturous grind against the cool tiles. Cristina's eyes flicked to her, a smirk on her lips. "Still waiting, my little doll," she teased. The water cascaded over them, steam filling the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and soft moans. Cristina's hand moved faster, her touch more insistent. Sofia's body tensed, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Marta's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. Suddenly, Cristina stopped, her hand leaving Sofia's body. Marta groaned in frustration, her body screaming for release. Cristina chuckled, stepping back. "Time's up, my pets," she said, her voice firm. "Time to clean up and rest." She turned off the shower, the sudden silence deafening. Marta and Sofia stood there, their bodies glistening, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Cristina stepped out, grabbing a towel and handing it to them. "Dry off," she ordered, her voice brooking no argument. She left the bathroom, leaving them to clean up. They toweled off, their bodies still humming with unspent desire. Marta looked at Sofia, seeing her own frustration reflected in her eyes. They shared a small, knowing smile, a silent agreement that this wasn't over. In the bedroom, Cristina was already stripping the sheets, her movements efficient. She glanced at them, her eyes roaming over their bodies. "Get some rest," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You'll need it. Tomorrow, we start again." Marta and Sofia climbed into bed, their bodies pressing together, seeking comfort and warmth. They lay there, their breaths synching, their bodies slowly relaxing. But their minds were racing, their bodies still aching with need. They knew sleep would be a long time coming.

Inicia mientras duermen, toques sutiles por Cristina a ellas, suaves palabras en sus oídos y desvestimiento mientras duermen de Sofía y Marta

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rhythm of Marta and Sofia's breaths. Cristina moved silently, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She stood over them, her gaze roaming over their naked forms, a slow smile spreading across her face. She started with Marta, her fingers gently tracing the curve of her shoulder, then down her arm. Marta stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Cristina leaned down, her breath hot against Marta's ear. "Shh, baby," she whispered. "Just a dream. A sweet, dirty dream." Her fingers danced over Marta's skin, light as feathers, tracing patterns that had Marta squirming slightly. Cristina's touch moved lower, brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Marta's breath hitched, her body tensing. Cristina chuckled softly, her fingers moving higher, brushing against Marta's ass. She leaned in again, her lips grazing Marta's ear. "Such a good girl," she murmured. "So responsive. But not yet, my little doll. Not yet." Cristina moved to Sofia, her touch just as gentle, just as teasing. Sofia's body responded immediately, her breath coming in soft gasps. Cristina's fingers traced the curve of Sofia's breast, her thumb brushing against her nipple. Sofia's back arched slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Cristina leaned down, her lips brushing against Sofia's. "Wake up, my pet," she whispered. "It's time to play." Sofia's eyes fluttered open, meeting Cristina's. A slow smile spread across her face as Cristina's hand moved down her body, her fingers brushing against her clit. She gasped, her body arching into the touch. Cristina's other hand moved to Marta. She couldn't resist touching the smooth skin of her ass while gently rocking her hips towards Marta. Sofia's eyes widened, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Cristina's fingers moved faster, her touch more insistent. Marta stirred, her body pressing back against Cristina's touch. Cristina's voice was a low growl in their ears. "Wake up, my pets. It's time to wake up and play." She began to gently peel back the sheets, revealing more of their bodies. Sofia's breath hitched as Cristina's fingers moved lower, brushing against her entrance. Marta's hips bucked slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Cristina's touch was firm, insistent, her fingers moving in a steady rhythm. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sofia's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered. "You like my touch. My command." Marta's eyes fluttered open, meeting Cristina's. A slow smile spread across her face as Cristina's fingers moved to her, her touch just as insistent, just as demanding. She gasped, her body arching into the touch. She leaned in, whispering in Marta's ear, "My turn, my little doll. My turn to make you beg. My turn to make you come." Marta grabbed Cristina's wrist with both hands, trying to stop her touch. Cristina chuckled and grabbed Marta's wrists with her free hand. "Not yet, my little doll. Don't be greedy." Cristina pinned Marta's wrists to the bed and bent down to whisper in her ear, "I control you. I control your pleasure. I control your body. And you're going to love every second of it." Marta moaned and tried to wiggle out of Cristina's grasp, but it was no use. Cristina's grip was firm, her touch insistent. She began to roll on top of Marta, grinding her hips against Marta's. Marta gasped, her body responding to Cristina's touch, her hips bucking against Cristina's. Sofia watched, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her body aching with need and jealousy. Cristina's eyes met hers and she smiled a wicked, knowing smile. "Later, my pet. Later, it'll be your turn. But for now, watch. Watch as I make your friend beg. Watch as I make her come. Watch as I make her mine." She had Marta pinned, her body writhing beneath her. Cristina's free hand moved between Marta's legs, her fingers brushing against her clit. Marta gasped, her body arching into the touch. Cristina chuckled, her fingers moving faster, her touch more insistent. Marta's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with need. Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's ear. "Come for me, my little doll," she whispered. "Come for me now." Marta's body tensed, her back arching, a loud moan escaping her lips as her orgasm washed over her. Cristina smiled, her fingers slowing, her touch gentling. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's. "Good girl," she murmured. "Such a good girl." Marta's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's. "Now, my pet," she whispered. "Now, it's your turn."

Seguir que Cristina ordena que se pongan en ustro mientras se pone un arnés para penetrarlas alternando entre ellas, agregando una cámara delante de ellas para después apreciar sus rostros en éxtasis

Cristina's command was firm, leaving no room for argument. "On your hands and knees," she ordered, her voice a low purr. Marta and Sofia exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and nerves, but they complied, their bodies shifting into position. Cristina stepped back, her eyes roaming over their exposed, vulnerable forms. She took her time, savoring the sight before turning to grab the harness from the drawer. She slipped it on with practiced ease, the cool leather contrasting with the heat of her skin. The rigid strap-on stood proud, glistening with lube. She rolled on a condom, her eyes never leaving Marta and Sofia. They watched her, their breaths shallow, their bodies trembling slightly. Cristina smirked, enjoying their eager anticipation. She positioned herself behind Marta first, her hands gripping her hips firmly. Marta's breath hitched as she felt the press of Cristina's body against hers. Cristina leaned down, her lips brushing against Marta's ear. "Ready, my little doll?" she whispered. Marta nodded, her voice a soft whimper. "Yes, please." Cristina chuckled, her fingers tracing the curve of Marta's ass before she lined up the strap-on. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving Marta time to adjust. Marta's moan filled the room, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. Cristina paused, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on Marta's back. "Breathe, my pet," she murmured. "Just breathe." Marta did, her body relaxing slightly, allowing Cristina to push deeper. Cristina began to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Marta's moans grew louder, more desperate. Cristina's free hand reached around, her fingers finding Marta's clit, rubbing in time with her thrusts. Marta's body tensed, her moans turning into a keening cry as her orgasm hit. Cristina smiled, her hips slowing as Marta's body milked the strap-on. She pulled out slowly, Marta's body shuddering with aftershocks. Sofia watched, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her body aching with need. Cristina moved to her, positioning herself behind her. Sofia glanced back, her eyes meeting Cristina's. "Please," she whispered. "Please, I need it." Cristina smirked, lining up the strap-on. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" she teased before pushing in, filling Sofia in one smooth stroke. Sofia cried out, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Cristina set a punishing pace, her hips slapping against Sofia's ass, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. Sofia's moans were loud, desperate, her body writhing beneath Cristina's touch. Cristina's fingers found Sofia's clit, rubbing firmly, her touch insistent. Sofia's body tensed, her back arching as she came with a loud cry, her body convulsing around the strap-on. Cristina pulled out, her breath ragged. She stepped back, her eyes taking in the sight of Marta and Sofia, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. She turned to the camera, her eyes meeting the lens. "Look at them," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at their faces, their bodies. Look at the pleasure I give them." She turned back to Marta and Sofia, a wicked smile on her lips. "And this is just the beginning, my pets. This is just the beginning." She picked up the camera, positioning it in front of them, capturing their flushed faces, their heaving chests, their eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. “You will watch this later and remember how I make you feel, my little dolls. Your bodies are mine, your pleasure is mine, and you will never forget it.”

Cristina leaned down, her breath hot against Marta's ear. "Stay right there, my little doll. Don't move." Marta complied, her body trembling slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Cristina moved to Sofia, her fingers tracing the curve of her spine, making her shiver. "And you, my pet, stay just like that. So perfect, so ready." She stepped back, her eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in every curve, every line. She adjusted the camera, ensuring it captured their faces, their expressions of anticipation and need. She wanted to savor this, to remember every detail, every reaction. She circled them like a predator, her touch light, teasing, driving them both mad with desire. She moved back to Marta, her hand slipping between her legs, her fingers brushing against her clit. Marta moaned, her body arching slightly. Cristina chuckled. "Someone's eager," she murmured before stepping back, leaving Marta wanting more. She moved to Sofia, her hand doing the same, her fingers brushing against her clit. Sofia gasped, her body jerking slightly. Cristina smiled, enjoying the power she held over them. She circled them again, her touch light, teasing, driving them both wild. She positioned herself behind Marta, her hands gripping her hips firmly. She leaned down, her voice a low growl in Marta's ear. "Ready, my little doll?" Marta nodded, her voice a soft whimper. "Yes, please." Cristina chuckled, lining up the strap-on. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving Marta time to adjust. Marta's moan filled the room, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. Cristina paused, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on Marta's back. She began to move, the camera capturing her face twisting in pleasure. She leaned over Marta, her hands gripping her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipples. Sofia watched, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her body begging for release. Cristina's hips began to move faster, her thrusts deeper, more insistent. Marta's moans grew louder, more desperate. Cristina's free hand reached around, her fingers finding Marta's clit, rubbing in time with her thrusts. Marta's body tensed, her moans turning into a keening cry as her orgasm hit. Cristina smiled, her hips slowing as Marta's body milked the strap-on. She pulled out slowly, Marta's body shuddering with aftershocks. Sofia watched, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her body aching with need. Cristina moved to her, positioning herself behind her. "Please," Sofia whispered again, her voice desperate, begging. Cristina leaned down, her lips brushing against Sofia's ear. "Please what, my pet?" she whispered, her voice a low purr. Sofia shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Hace que Sofíabuse un arnés que conecta con el sexo de ella para que cada vez que ella se mueva va directo a su punto y hace que penetre a Marta mientras que Cristina lo hace a ella, encima como un sándwich. Todo siendo grabado por su celular y hace que ellas miren directo a el

Cristina smirked, her fingers trailing down Sofia's spine, making her shiver. "Very well, my pet," she murmured, stepping back to retrieve a second harness from the drawer. This one was designed with a strap that connected to her clit, ensuring every movement would stimulate both of them. She secured it around Sofia's waist, the strap-on standing proud and glistening. Sofia's breath hitched as she felt the cool leather against her skin, the anticipation building. Cristina helped Sofia position herself over Marta, their bodies aligning perfectly. Marta looked up, her eyes meeting Sofia's, a mix of lust and nervousness in her gaze. Cristina's hands guided Sofia, helping her lower herself onto Marta, the strap-on sliding in easily, given Marta's arousal. Marta moaned, her body arching slightly as Sofia began to move, the sensation of the strap-on filling her, coupled with the weight of Sofia's body, overwhelming. Cristina watched, her eyes dark with lust, before positioning herself behind Sofia. She gripped Sofia's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to push into her. Sofia gasped, her body tensing as she felt Cristina fill her, the strap-on inside her rubbing against her G-spot with each movement. The triple rhythm of their bodies moving in unison was electrifying, the room filling with the sounds of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. "Look at the camera," Cristina commanded, her voice husky. "I want to see your faces as I fuck you both." Marta and Sofia turned their heads, their eyes meeting the lens, their expressions a mix of pleasure and desperation. Cristina's hips moved faster, her thrusts deeper, the strap-on inside Sofia rubbing against her clit, driving her wild. Sofia's moans turned into cries, her body writhing between Cristina and Marta. Cristina leaned over, her hands gripping Sofia's breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipples. The sensation sent shockwaves through Sofia's body, her orgasms building with each thrust, each touch. Marta's body tensed beneath them, her moans turning into keening cries as she neared her climax. The room was a symphony of pleasure, the three women moving in perfect harmony, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The camera captured every moment, every expression, every cry of pleasure. Cristina's eyes were wild, her body glistening, as she drove them all towards the edge.

Al seguir y llevarlas a qué terminen hace que ellas se limpien entre si, 69 entre ellas y laman todo agregándole un poco de lubricante de sabor favorito a cada uno, respectivamente mientras ella va a limpiar los juguetes y aún sigue grabando la cámara, antes de salir a lavarlos les prohíbe que si se tocan más, serán castigadas

Cristina's pace quickened, her body slamming against Sofia's, the strap-on buried deep inside her. "That's it," she growled, her voice a low rumble. "Take it. Take every inch." Marta's whimpers turned into screams as Sofia's movements became more frenzied, the strap-on hitting all the right spots. Cristina's fingers dug into Sofia's hips, her body a sweaty mess, her breaths coming in harsh pants. Sofia's body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. "Fuck!" she screamed, her body convulsing between Cristina and Marta. The sight and sound pushed Cristina over the edge, her body shuddering as she came, her grip on Sofia's hips tightening. Marta's body tensed beneath them, her orgasm ripping through her, her screams filling the room. Cristina slowed her pace, her body slick with sweat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She pulled out slowly, her body shivering with aftershocks. Sofia followed, her body trembling as she withdrew from Marta. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Cristina stepped back, her eyes roaming over their bodies, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Clean each other up," she commanded, her voice hoarse. "I want to see you lick every last drop." Marta and Sofia exchanged a look before nodding, their bodies moving into position. Sofia straddled Marta's chest, her pussy hovering over Marta's mouth. Marta did the same, her body shifting until her pussy was aligned with Sofia's mouth. Cristina watched, her eyes dark with lust, as they began to lick and suck, their tongues lapping up the mix of their juices. She turned to the drawer, pulling out small bottles of flavored lube. She squeezed a generous amount onto each of them, the sweet scent filling the air. Marta moaned at the taste, her tongue lapping up the sugary lubricant. Sofia did the same, her body shuddering at the sensation. Cristina turned her attention to the camera, ensuring it was still capturing the scene. She bent down, her hands grabbing the used harnesses and toys. She walked out of the room, the sound of Marta and Sofia's moans and slurping fills the air. Before leaving, she turned back, her voice firm. "Remember, no touching each other until I say so. I'll know if you do, and you'll be punished." She smirks as she walks backwards, giving them both a good view of her naked body. Their eyes follow her until she's out of sight, the room filling with the sounds of their continued pleasuring, the camera rolling, capturing every lewd detail.

The two women moan, but continue being pleasurable to each other. Marta's tongue delved deeper, tracing circles around Sofia's clit, the flavor of the lube heightening every sensation. Sofia matched her rhythm, her tongue finding Marta's sweet spot, eliciting a gasp. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of pleasure and submission. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their tongues and the soft moans escaping their lips. Sofia's hips began to grind against Marta's face, seeking more pressure, more friction. Marta's hands found Sofia's thighs, pulling her closer, her tongue flicking relentlessly. Sofia's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared another orgasm. Marta's own body responded, her hips bucking against Sofia's mouth, her breath hitching as she felt Sofia's tongue probe deeper. Sofia’s mind was hazy with lust. She wasn't thinking anymore. She just knew that she wanted to be licked. Marta's tongue was a whirlwind, a storm of sensation that threatened to consume her. She could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling tight as she teetered on the edge. She let out a cry, convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her body shuddering with the intensity. Marta's body tensed beneath her, her moans muffled against Sofia's pussy. She could feel Marta's body shaking, her tongue moving faster, more desperate. Sofia knew Marta was close, so she focused her efforts, her tongue and lips working in tandem, driving Marta wild. Her movements were urgent, her body pressed against Marta's mouth, seeking every last bit of pleasure. Marta's body tensed again, her back arching as she came, her scream vibrating against Sofia's sensitive flesh and sending her over the edge. They moved against one another like they were animals in heat. “Lick it all up. I want you to be good and clean when I get back,” Cristina's voice echoed in their minds, a constant reminder of their submission. They continued their lascivious licking, moaning, and sucking. They maintained this for quite a while.

Mientras terminaban Cristina vio que Marta había tocado y desobedecido espero para que terminarán y levanto a Sofía suavemente y la sentó y a Marta la cargo sobre ella y la posicionó para darle palmadas con una fusta y mano y hacer que cuente en voz alta como castigo y si se perdía, reiniciaba de nuevo

Cristina's patience had worn thin. She strode back into the room, her eyes narrowing as she saw Marta's fingers tracing lazy patterns on Sofia's thigh. The disobedience was clear, and the punishment was long overdue. She waited, her breath steady, until they both finished their task, their tongues slowing, their bodies relaxing. She approached them, her footsteps echoing in the silent room. Marta looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Sofia remained still, her body trembling slightly, awaiting Cristina's next move. Cristina's hand shot out, grabbing Sofia's arm and pulling her to her feet. She guided her to the edge of the bed, helping her sit down. Her touch was firm, commanding, leaving no room for argument. Marta watched, her breath hitching as Cristina turned to her, a stern expression on her face. "Over her lap," Cristina ordered, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. Marta complied, her body moving slowly, her eyes downcast. Cristina positioned her, Marta's ass raised, her body vulnerable and exposed. Cristina picked up a riding crop from the nearby table, the leather whispering through the air as she swung it gently, testing its weight. She started with her hand, the smacks echoing in the room, the sound sharp and crisp. Marta counted, her voice steady, her body tensing with each hit. Cristina's handprints bloomed on Marta's skin, the redness a stark contrast against her pale flesh. She increased the intensity, her hand coming down harder, faster, Marta's counting turning into gasps and moans. Cristina switched to the crop, the leather connecting with Marta's flesh with a sharp crack. Marta's body jerked, her count stumbling. Cristina paused, her hand reaching down to rub Marta's reddened skin, soothing the sting. "Again," she commanded, her voice stern. Marta started from one, her voice steady, her body tensing as she waited for the next hit.

Al terminar el castigo, Cristina masajeo la parte rojiza con aceites suaves además que llamo a Sofía para que la ayudara a hacerlo mientras ella jugaba con la boca de Marta con sus dedos, Marta es algo masoquista y tiene fijación oral

Cristina's fingers danced over Marta's reddened flesh, tracing the lines of her handiwork. She poured warm oil over her palms, the scent of lavender filling the air as she began to massage Marta's skin, her touch firm yet gentle. Marta's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body still tingling from the sting of the crop. "Sofia, come here," Cristina ordered, her voice soft yet commanding. Sofia moved swiftly, kneeling beside Cristina, her eyes fixed on Marta's glistening flesh. Cristina handed her a small bottle of oil, nodding towards Marta's thighs. "Rub it in, make her feel good." Sofia's hands were tentative at first, but as she massaged the oil into Marta's skin, she felt Marta's muscles relax, her breaths deepen. Cristina, meanwhile, moved to Marta's head, her fingers threading through her hair, tilting her head back. Marta's mouth was open, her tongue already seeking Cristina's fingers. She found them and ran her tongue up and down them, her eyes closed. Cristina smiled, her fingers teasing Marta's lips, slipping in and out of her mouth. Marta's tongue chased them, her sucks becoming more insistent, her moans muffled around Cristina's fingers. Sofia watched, her own breath hitching as she saw the desire in Marta's eyes, the way her body responded to Cristina's touch. Cristina's other hand moved to Marta's breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, eliciting a groan from Marta. Sofia's hands moved higher, her fingers brushing against Cristina's as she massaged Marta's inner thighs, her touch light, teasing. Marta's body was a landscape of sensation, every nerve ending alight, her moans a symphony of pleasure and pain.

Cristina's fingers curled, beckoning Sofia closer. "Kiss her," she commanded softly, watching Sofia's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and excitement. Sofia leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's, a soft, tentative kiss. Marta's body responded immediately, her tongue seeking more, her moans vibrating against Sofia's lips. Cristina's grip on Marta's hair tightened, angling her head for better access. She slipped another finger into Marta's mouth, feeling the wet heat envelop her, the suction intense. Her other hand left Marta's breast, trailing down her side, her touch light, almost ticklish. Marta squirmed, her body writhing, her moans growing louder, more insistent. Sofia deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring Marta's mouth, tangling with Cristina's fingers. Marta's hands reached out, gripping Sofia's thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh. Sofia gasped, pulling back slightly, her eyes glazed with lust. Cristina smirked, her fingers still moving in and out of Marta's mouth, her other hand now cupping Marta's sex, feeling the wet heat. "Touch yourself, Sofia," Cristina ordered, her voice husky with desire. Sofia's hands moved to her own body, her fingers tracing patterns on her thighs, her breath hitching as she inched closer to her core. Marta watched, her eyes filled with lust, her body trembling with need. Cristina's fingers left Marta's mouth, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. She circled Marta's nipple, her touch light, teasing, before pinching it hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Marta. Her other hand moved in sync, her fingers sliding in and out of Marta's wet heat, her palm grinding against her clit. Marta's body bucked, her moans filling the room, her body a landscape of pleasure and pain.

Agregando que Cristina se pone detrás de Marta mientras sigue tocándola y atrae a Sofía que se siente encima de Marta pegadas piel con piel, pecho con pecho siguiendo las embestidas de forma igual para que terminen en forma conjunta mientras le pide a Sofía que hable con Marta

Cristina shifted behind Marta, her body pressing against her, her hands never leaving Marta's flesh. She leaned in, her breath hot against Marta's ear. "Feel me, Marta. Feel every inch of me." Marta's body responded, her breath hitching as Cristina's fingers worked inside her, her palm grinding against her clit. Cristina looked at Sofia, her eyes commanding. "Straddle her, Sofia. I want you to feel her, to feel her respond to you." Sofia hesitated for a moment, then moved, her body sliding over Marta's, their skin slick with oil and sweat. Sofia's breasts pressed against Marta's, her nipples hardening at the contact. Marta's hands found Sofia's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her closer. "Tell her what you want, Sofia," Cristina murmured, her voice a low purr. Sofia's eyes met Marta's, her cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. "I... I want you to touch me, Marta," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Marta's hands moved, her fingers tracing Sofia's sides, her touch light, teasing. Sofia gasped, her body shivering, her nipples hardening even more. Cristina's fingers moved faster, her palm grinding harder against Marta's clit. Marta's body bucked, her moans filling the room, her body a landscape of pleasure and pain. Sofia's body moved in sync with Cristina's, her hips grinding against Marta's, her breath hitching with every moan. Marta's hands moved to Sofia's breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, eliciting soft gasps from Sofia. Sofia leaned in, her lips finding Marta's in a fierce, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, their moans mingling, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Cristina's fingers moved faster, her body pressing harder against Marta, her breath hot against her ear. "Come with her, Marta," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. Marta's body responded, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder, more insistent. Sofia's body moved faster, her hips grinding harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her moans matching Marta's. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other, their moans a symphony of pleasure and desire. Cristina's fingers moved in and out of Marta, her palm grinding against her clit, her body pressing harder against her, her breath hot against her ear. "Now, Marta," she commanded, her voice harsh with need. Marta's body responded, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching, her moans turning into a scream as her body convulsed with pleasure. Sofia's body moved faster, her hips grinding harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her moans matching Marta's. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other, their moans a symphony of pleasure and desire. Cristina's fingers moved in and out of Marta, her palm grinding against her clit, her body pressing harder against her, her breath hot against her ear. "Now, Marta," she commanded, her voice harsh with need. Marta's body responded, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching, her moans turning into a scream as her body convulsed with pleasure. Sofia's body moved faster, her hips grinding harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her moans matching Marta's. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other, their moans a symphony of pleasure and desire. Sofia's fingers dug into Marta's shoulders, her body trembling, her breath hitching as she felt her own orgasm build, her moans matching Marta's, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Cristina's fingers moved faster, her palm grinding harder against Marta's clit, her body pressing harder against her, her breath hot against her ear. "Come, Sofia," she commanded, her voice harsh with need. Sofia's body responded, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching, her moans turning into a scream as her body convulsed with pleasure, her body moving in perfect sync with Marta's, their moans a symphony of pleasure and desire. Cristina's fingers moved in and out of Marta, her palm grinding against her clit, her body pressing harder against her, her breath hot against her ear. Marta's body responded, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder, more insistent. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other, their moans a symphony of pleasure and desire.

En otro momento, Sofía y Marta intentan seducir con lencería hermosa a Cristina además de tomar iniciativa pero ellas pierden y Cristina hace que se sienten en el sillón una a una para tomarles fotos con esa lencería individual como en conjunto solo que con el detalle que cuando están juntas les hace estar robándose entre si o besándose o deteniendolas, siguiendo un patrón desordenado

Marta and Sofia shared a conspiratorial glance, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their shared orgasm. They had a plan, a way to turn the tables on Cristina, to make her see what they had seen. They wanted to ignite the same fire in her that she had ignited in them. They dressed in the finest lingerie they could find, silk and lace that hugged their curves and accentuated their most alluring features. Marta in a deep red, almost black, that contrasted with her fair skin. Sofia in a soft, almost sensual, white that made her look like an angel about to lead you to sin. They found Cristina in the living room, her eyes widening as they entered, her breath catching at the sight of them. Marta saw the flicker of desire in her eyes, the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Sofia saw the way her hands clenched, her knuckles turning white. They had her attention. Marta stepped forward, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on Cristina's. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Cristina's jaw. "We want to show you something," she said, her voice a low purr. Sofia stepped up behind Cristina, her hands sliding around her waist, her lips pressing against the nape of her neck. Cristina's breath hitched, her body tensing for a moment before melting into Sofia's touch. Marta leaned in, her lips brushing against Cristina's. "But first," she whispered, "we want you to take some photos." Cristina's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she said, her voice laced with amusement and desire. She gestured to the plush, velvet couch. "Sit," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Sofia and Marta exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They would play her game, for now. Marta sat first, her legs crossed, her back arched, her hands resting on the armrests. Sofia sat next to her, her body angled towards Marta, her hand resting on Marta's thigh. Cristina circled them, her camera clicking, her eyes sharp, her breath steady. She paused, her gaze locked on theirs. "Marta, spread your legs. Sofia, lean in, kiss her neck. But don't let her touch you." Marta complied, her legs parting, her breath hitching as Sofia's lips pressed against her neck. Sofia's hand moved, her fingers tracing patterns on Marta's thigh, inching closer to her core. Cristina's camera clicked, her eyes never leaving them. "Stop," she commanded, her voice harsh. Sofia pulled back, her eyes meeting Cristina's, a challenge in her gaze. Cristina smirked, her fingers tightening around the camera. "Now, switch," she ordered. Sofia moved, sitting back against the couch, her legs spread. Marta leaned in, her lips finding Sofia's neck, her hands resting on her thighs. Cristina's camera clicked, her eyes sharp, her breath steady. "Marta, move your hand. Sofia, touch your breast." Marta's hand moved, her fingers tracing Sofia's inner thigh, inching closer to her core. Sofia's hand moved to her breast, her fingers pinching her nipple, her body arching into the touch. Cristina's camera clicked, her eyes never leaving them. "Enough," she commanded, her voice harsh. She lowered the camera, her eyes locked on theirs. "You wanted to seduce me, but you forget, I'm the one in control here." Marta and Sofia shared a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They had taken the first step, now it was time to see where the night would take them.