Tits, Moans, and Submission

Inicia con las mismas chicas, Sofía, Marta y Cristina. La chica que manda en la relación y dominante es Cristina, Marta y Sofía sus sumisas, Cristina crea un reto con ellas, Sofía de estimular a Marta solo sus senos y Marta debe resistir a no mojarse puede ser lo más vocal si desea pero no debe terminar, mientras Cristina, solo les habla, toca sutilmente y grabarles. Le dice que quien gane tendrá un premio lo que desee o el que pierda tendrá un castigo

Cristina's gaze was a blend of amusement and dominance as she watched Marta and Sofía, who were already sprawled across the luxurious rug. She had her phone at the ready, her voice cool and commanding. "Alright, listen up. Today's test is straightforward. Sofía, your task is to make Marta scream, but she's not allowed to climax. You can only touch her breasts. Marta, you can make all the noise you want, but if you get too wet, you lose. I'll be here, guiding you, touching you lightly, but it's up to you two to play the game." Marta's breath hitched as Sofía's hands began to roam, her touch alternating between gentle and firm. She kneaded Marta's breasts, her fingers tracing the curves before moving to her nipples. Marta's moans filled the room, her back arching as Sofía's touch sent shivers down her spine. Cristina's fingers lightly traced patterns on Marta's stomach, not enough to push her over the edge, but enough to keep the tension high. Sofía's hands moved with practiced ease, her touch sometimes bold, sometimes teasing. She pinched Marta's nipples, twisting them gently, and Marta's scream echoed through the room. Her body writhed as Sofía's touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Cristina's fingers danced lightly over Marta's skin, her touch feather-light, barely there, but enough to drive Marta wild. The room filled with the sounds of Marta's pleasure, her moans and screams a symphony of lust and desperation. Sofía's hands started to wander, moving lower, but Cristina's voice cut through the air. "Ah, ah, ah, Sofía. Remember the rules. Only her breasts." Her voice was a mix of warning and amusement, and Sofía complied, her hands returning to Marta's chest. Marta's moans grew louder, her body arching off the rug as Sofía's touch became more insistent, more demanding, her hand pressing Marta's breasts together, capturing her nipples between her fingers, and rolling them. Marta's body trembled, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to keep control. Cristina's touch never stopped, her fingers tracing Marta's skin, her nails lightly scratching, her breath hot on Marta's ear. "Don't you dare come, Marta," Cristina whispered, her voice a low growl, and Marta bit her lip, her body trembling as she fought to obey.

Pasaron los treinta minutos, Marta ganó y Sofía perdió, pero antes de iniciar con los premios o castigos Cristina se encarga de hacerla correr a Marta, la perdedora le darán treinta palmadas en su retaguardia contadas con un vibrador dentro de ella, la ganadora puede elegir algo en elección Marta elige ser amarrada con un conjunto shibari y de ahí sus cuidados posteriores por Cristina solo ella

The room was thick with tension and the scent of sex as the thirty minutes ticked by. Marta's body was slick with sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She had won, her body trembling with held-back release, her voice raw from screaming. Sofía, on the other hand, looked disheveled, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and arousal. Cristina stood, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well done, Marta," she purred, circling the two women like a predator. "And Sofía, you were close, but not close enough." She turned to Marta, her voice taking on a harsher edge. "But before we get to the prizes, we need to take care of your release. You've been a good girl, holding back for so long. It's time to let go." Marta nodded, her eyes never leaving Cristina's. The dominant woman grabbed a vibrator from the nearby drawer, its surface slick with lube. She flicked it on, the low hum filling the room. Marta's breath hitched as Cristina pressed it against her clit, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She cried out, her hips bucking, but Cristina held her down, the vibrator relentless in its onslaught. Sofía watched, her own body aching with need, as Marta's moans filled the room. She could see the tension in Marta's body, the way her muscles clenched and unclenched, the way her breath hitched and stuttered. And then, with a final, guttural scream, Marta came, her body convulsing as the release washed over her. Cristina pulled the vibrator away, a smirk playing on her lips. "Good girl," she murmured, before turning to Sofía. She pushed her to her hands and knees and helped her get into position. She held the vibrator between her lips and coated it with saliva. Her hand came down hard against Sofía's ass, the smack echoing through the room. Sofía yelped, her body jerking forward. Cristina brought her hand down again, and again, each smack harder than the last. The first dozen left Sofía's skin red and stinging. By the time Cristina had reached the twenty-fifth, Sofía's eyes were watering, her body trembling. Just five more, she thought, gritting her teeth. But when Cristina slid the vibrator inside her, Sofía's resolve crumbled. She moaned, her body pushing back against the vibrator, seeking more. Cristina smirked, her hand coming down hard against Sofía's ass, the smack echoing through the room. "That's thirty," she said, her voice a low growl. She pulled the vibrator out, leaving Sofía panting and needy. "Now, Marta, it's your turn to choose your prize." Marta looked up, her eyes meeting Cristina's. She licked her lips, her voice steady despite the lust haze. "I want to be bound," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to tie me up, Cristina. I want to feel your ropes on my skin, your hands on my body." Cristina's eyes flared with heat, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "As you wish," she murmured. She turned to the drawer, pulling out a length of silky rope, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. Behind her, Marta watched, her body aching with anticipation, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted it all.

Manera es amarrada de forma suave y precisa en sus zonas mas sensibles para ella además de tocarla suavemente y morderla y Cristina manda al rincón a Sofía que vea en rodillas y posición sumisa con el ardor en su retaguardia, aún teniendo el vibrador en su máximo nivel

Cristina stepped closer to Marta, the rope coiled in her hands, her eyes never leaving Marta's. "You trust me?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Marta nodded, her breath hitching as Cristina began to wrap the rope around her wrists, the silky fibers gliding against her skin. Cristina's touch was firm yet gentle, her fingers brushing against Marta's pulse points, sending shivers down her spine. She moved down, wrapping the rope around Marta's thighs, then her calves, each loop precise and deliberate. Marta's breath came in short gasps, her body arching slightly as Cristina's fingers brushed against her most intimate places. Cristina leaned down, her breath hot against Marta's ear. "You look so beautiful like this," she murmured, before trailing her lips down Marta's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Marta moaned, her body squirming slightly against the ropes, the sensation of being bound and vulnerable heightening her arousal. Cristina's hands roamed over Marta's body, her touch light and teasing, her fingers dancing over her skin. She leaned down, her tongue tracing a path down Marta's stomach, her teeth grazing her hipbone before moving lower. Marta's breath hitched as Cristina's tongue flicked against her clit, the sensation electric. Cristina's hands roamed up, capturing Marta's breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples, twisting them gently. Marta cried out, her body arching, the ropes biting into her skin, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain. Cristina's tongue and teeth worked in tandem, her lips sucking, her teeth grazing, her tongue flicking, driving Marta wild. Behind her, Cristina heard Sofía's ragged breaths, the soft hum of the vibrator still buried inside her. She looked over her shoulder, her voice a low growl. "Stay there, Sofía. Watch. Learn and listen to Marta's screams. Your turn will come, but for now, you stay in your place." Sofía nodded, her body trembling, her eyes fixed on Marta, her own arousal palpable. Cristina turned back to Marta, her hands and mouth never pausing in their assault. She bit down gently on Marta's inner thigh, her fingers pinching her nipples, her other hand slipping between Marta's legs, her fingers sliding inside her, curling, finding that spot that made Marta scream. Marta's body convulsed, her cries echoing through the room, her body writhing against the ropes, against Cristina's touch. Cristina smiled against Marta's skin, her fingers and tongue relentless, pushing Marta higher, closer to the edge. Marta's body shook and she screamed her release, her muscles clamping down on Cristina's fingers, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Cristina slowed her movements, her touch gentling, her lips softening against Marta's skin, bringing her down from her high. Across the room, Sofía's body shook, her own release held at bay, her eyes never leaving the scene before her, her own arousal a thrilling mix of frustration and anticipation.

Cristina le comenta que es su turno y la alaga por poder resistir además de aguantar su castigo dignamente y en silencio pero ahora tu premio es Marta úsala como desees, has que te toque o te coma o solo juegues con ella

Sofía's breath hitched as Cristina's words washed over her. Her body, still throbbing with an unfulfilled need, shivered at the thought of finally having Marta at her mercy. She had endured the vibrator, the smacks, the humiliation, all while watching Marta's ecstasy. Now, it was her turn to take what she wanted. Cristina's voice was a low purr, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You've been a good girl, Sofía. You took your punishment well. Now, it's your reward. Marta is yours to use as you please. Make her touch you, make her taste you, or just play with her. Whatever you desire." Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Sofía's ear. "But remember, she's mine to control. You can use her, but you can't release her from her bonds. The power stays with me." Sofía nodded, her eyes never leaving Marta's bound form. Marta lay there, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes glazed with a mix of spent lust and anticipation. Sofía crawled over to her, her body moving with a fluid grace, her eyes locked onto Marta's. She straddled Marta's chest, her hands gripping Marta's shoulders, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Marta's breath hitched, her body arching slightly, the ropes digging into her skin. Sofía leaned down, her lips brushing against Marta's, a soft, teasing kiss. Marta moaned, her body squirming slightly, her lips parting, inviting more. Sofía smiled, her tongue tracing Marta's lips, her teeth nipping at the soft flesh. She sat up, her hands roaming down Marta's body, her fingers tracing the ropes, her touch light and teasing. "I want you to touch me, Marta," Sofía murmured, her voice a low growl. "I want you to make me feel good. But remember, you can't move. You can't do anything but what I allow. You're mine to use, just like Cristina said." Marta's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She could see the lust in Sofía's eyes, the need, the desire. She wanted this, wanted to be used, to be touched, to be made to serve. She nodded, her voice a soft whisper. "Yes, Sofía. Whatever you want." Sofía smiled, her hands moving to her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples, twisting them gently. She moaned, her head falling back, her body arching, her breasts pushed forward. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice a low growl. Marta's hands, bound and helpless, moved, her fingers brushing against Sofía's nipples, her touch light and teasing. Sofía moaned, her body shuddering, her hips grinding down against Marta's chest. "Harder," she commanded, her voice a low growl. Marta's fingers dug into Sofía's flesh, her touch firm, her fingers rolling and twisting Sofía's nipples, her body squirming against the ropes, her own arousal building with each moan that escaped Sofía's lips. Behind them, Cristina watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction, her body aching with her own need. She knew she would have her turn soon, and she would enjoy every moment of it. For now, though, she would watch, she would learn, and she would savor the sight before her.

The room filled with the soft sounds of Marta's fingers working over Sofía's breasts, the occasional moan or gasp punctuating the silence. Sofía's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her body riding the waves of pleasure that Marta's bound hands provided. But Sofía wanted more. She grabbed Marta's wrists, her fingers digging into the rope, and pulled her hands up, pinning them above Marta's head. Marta's breath hitched, her body arching, the ropes biting into her skin. Sofía leaned down, her lips brushing against Marta's ear. "You want more, don't you?" she whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of Marta's ear. Marta nodded, her body squirming, her breath coming in short gasps. Sofía smiled, her teeth grazing Marta's earlobe before she sat up. She moved down Marta's body, her hands tracing the ropes that bound her, her fingers dipping into the sensitive spots where the rope dug into Marta's flesh. Marta moaned, her body arching, her hips grinding up, seeking more contact. Sofía chuckled, her hands moving to Marta's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Sofía shifted, placing her thighs on either side of Marta's head, her knees pressing into the mattress. She looked down at Marta, her eyes gleaming with lust. "You want to taste me, don't you?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Marta nodded, her tongue flicking out, licking her lips. Sofía smiled, her hands moving to her hips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants. She pulled them down, revealing her glistening pussy, her arousal coating her thighs. She lowered herself, her pussy hovering just above Marta's mouth. "Taste me, Marta," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Make me feel good.

Agregar que después que Marta hace correr a Sofía, Cristina toma el mando de la situación más explícito llevándolas a otros orgasmos por mera diversión y burlándose de ellas

Marta's tongue darted out, tracing the length of Sofía's pussy, her bound body writhing with frustration as she struggled to press closer. Sofía groaned, feeling Marta's hot breath and eager tongue finally make contact. She lowered herself, not giving Marta an inch of room to maneuver, just enough to tease and taste. Marta's tongue explored, flicking and licking at Sofía's clit, her movements restrained yet fervent. Sofía's hips buckled, her body tensing as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She ground down, her voice a guttural moan of release as Marta's tongue sent her crashing over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard, her legs shaking as she rode Marta's face, her body convulsing with each lick. As Sofia's breaths began to even out, Cristina stood, her eyes burning with a mix of lust and control. She circled the bed, her heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor. She ran a finger down Sofía's spine, making her shiver. "Good girl," Cristina purred, then turned her attention to Marta. She grasped her chin, forcing Marta to look up at her. "You've been such a good little pet, haven't you?" Marta nodded, her cheeks flushed, her mouth glistening with Sofía's juices. Cristina smiled, a cruel, seductive curve of her lips. "Let's see how well you can handle more," she said, her voice a low purr. She reached into a drawer, pulling out a small, sleek vibrator. She turned it on, the hum filling the room as she pressed it against Marta's clit. Marta cried out, her body bucking, the ropes creaking with the sudden movement. Cristina laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Sensitive, aren't we?" she teased, increasing the intensity. Marta's moans filled the air, her body writhing as she fought against her bonds. Cristina's eyes flickered to Sofia, who was watching, her breath coming in short gasps, her body already responding to the renewed arousal in the room. "You like this, don't you, Sofía?" Cristina asked, her voice a low purr. She moved the vibrator, tracing it up Marta's body, teasing her nipples before pressing it back against her clit. Marta screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Cristina laughed, a sound of pure, wicked delight. "Look at her, Sofía. Look at how she squirms for me." Sofía's eyes were glued to Marta, her body aching with a mix of jealousy and lust. Cristina, noticing her growing discomfort, smiled. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Sofía's cheek. "Do you want to play too, Sofía?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "Or do you want to watch Marta suffer a little more?"

Sofía's lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as she watched Marta's body twist beneath Cristina's tormenting touch. She knew she should want to take control, to stop Cristina from toying with them both, but the sight of Marta bound and begging was intoxicating. "I... I want to play," Sofía admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Cristina's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good girl," she purred, pressing the vibrator harder against Marta's clit, eliciting another scream from the bound woman. Cristina then turned her attention back to Sofía, her hand snaking out to grip her chin firmly. "But first, let's make this more interesting." She released Sofía's chin and walked over to the bed's headboard, where she began to unravel more rope. Sofía watched, her heart pounding, as Cristina secured the rope around Marta's throat, looping it tightly before fastening it to the headboard. Marta's eyes widened, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "You trust me, don't you, Marta?" Cristina cooed, her fingers tracing the rope gently. Marta nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and lust. Cristina smiled, satisfied, and turned back to Sofía. "Your turn," she said, holding out a length of rope. "Tie her up. Make her mine to play with." Sofía's hands trembled as she took the rope, her eyes locked onto Marta's. She moved to Marta's side, her fingers brushing against Marta's skin as she began to bind her wrists together more tightly, securing them to the headboard. As Sofía worked, Cristina moved behind her, her hands roaming over Sofía's body, teasing and tantalizing. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Sofía's earlobe. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "Now, let's see how well you can follow orders." Cristina's hands moved to Sofía's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Sofía back against her. She ground her hips against Sofía's ass, her breath hot on Sofía's neck. "Make her beg," Cristina commanded, her voice a low purr. "Make her beg for more."

Cristina le dice a Sofía que ruegue haga rogar a Marta y que ella ruega por ella, al hacer ello, Sofía juega con Marta, mientras que Cristina juega con Sofía y con Marta mientras le da órdenes y toca más por su diversión

As Cristina ground against her, Sofía could feel the heat radiating from her body, the command echoing in her ears. She turned to Marta, her eyes locking onto the bound woman's pleading gaze. "Beg," Sofía demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Beg for more." Marta's lips parted, a soft whimper escaping. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, more." Cristina chuckled, her hands roaming over Sofía's body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Louder," she ordered, her voice a low growl. "Make her scream for it." Sofía's hands trailed down Marta's bound body, her fingers teasing her nipples, squeezing and twisting until Marta cried out. "Please," Marta begged, her voice louder, more desperate. "Please, touch me more. Make me come again." Cristina's hands moved to Sofía's pussy, her fingers sliding through her wetness, teasing her clit. Sofía gasped, her body jerking as pleasure shot through her. She looked down at Marta, her eyes wild with lust and power. "You want to come again?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "You want to feel my fingers inside you?" Marta nodded, her body writhing, the ropes creaking with her movements. "Yes," she begged. "Please, Sofía. Please, touch me. Fuck me with your fingers." Cristina laughed, a low, throaty sound. She increased the pressure on Sofía's clit, her fingers moving faster, driving her wild. "Make her scream," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Make her scream for you." Sofía's fingers found Marta's pussy, sliding through her wetness, teasing her clit before pushing inside. Marta screamed, her body bucking, the ropes straining against her movements. Sofia's fingers moved in and out, faster and harder, her thumb circling Marta's clit, driving her wild. Marta's screams filled the room, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Cristina's hands moved to Sofía's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her back against her. She ground her hips against Sofía's ass, her breath hot on her neck. "Good girl," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Now, let's see how well you can take orders." Cristina's hands moved to Sofía's pussy, her fingers sliding through her wetness, teasing her clit. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Sofía's earlobe. "Ride my hand," she commanded, her voice a low purr. "Ride my hand while you make Marta beg for more."

Sofía gasped as Cristina's fingers circled her clit, the command echoing in her ears. She leaned forward, bracing herself against Marta's heaving chest, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on Marta's pussy. Marta's screams were a symphony of pleasure and desperation, fueling Sofía's own arousal. She could feel Cristina's fingers, slick with her own juices, pressing and rubbing, commanding her body to respond. "More," Marta begged, her voice raw and hoarse. "Please, Sofía, more. I need more." Sofía obliged, adding another finger, stretching Marta wider, her palm grinding against Marta's clit. Marta's body tensed, her muscles straining against the ropes as another orgasm tore through her. Sofía could feel the pulsations around her fingers, the sheer power of Marta's release making her own body clench with need. Cristina's grip on her hips tightened, her fingers moving faster, more insistent. "Ride it," she growled. "Ride my hand like a good girl. Make Marta come again." Sofía obeyed, her body moving in a frenzy, her hips bucking against Cristina's hand. She could feel her own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. She leaned down, her teeth grazed Marta's nipple, biting down gently as her fingers fucked her relentlessly. Marta's scream was primal, a raw sound of pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed, her back arching as another orgasm hit her. The sight and sound of Marta's pleasure pushed Sofía over the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering as her own orgasm ripped through her, Cristina's fingers expertly drawing out every last wave of pleasure. As Sofía's body slowly came down from her high, she could feel Cristina's smile against her neck, her teeth gently nibbling her skin. "Look at you," Cristina murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl. But we're not done yet." Cristina's hands moved to Sofía's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her upright. Sofía's body was slick with sweat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at Marta, her body limp and spent, but her eyes still gleaming with a hunger that matched their own.

Al liberal de algunas ataduras, Cristina hace que Sofía limpie su extasis de Marta con su boca además que de ahí la amarra junto a ella para jugar con ella con una éxtasis conjunta y termina con Sofía y Marta desmayandose por el placer

Cristina's fingers danced over the ropes binding Marta, releasing her wrists and ankles with calculated slowness. Marta's limbs flopped to the bed, her body boneless from the relentless orgasms. Cristina's eyes never left Sofía, who stood there, breaths still ragged, body still throbbing. "You know what to do," Cristina ordered softly, a wicked grin playing on her lips. Sofía's gaze dropped to Marta's spent body, her pussy glistening with her own spend. She leaned down, her tongue tracing a path up Marta's inner thigh, making her shiver despite her exhaustion. She reached Marta's center, her tongue delving into her folds, licking and sucking, cleaning her of her own ecstasy. Marta moaned softly, her hips jerking slightly as Sofía's tongue worked its magic. Cristina watched, her eyes hooded with lust, her hand stroking Sofia's hair. "Good girl," she purred. "Now, tie her up again, join her." Sofía straightened, her lips and chin glistening. She complied, her fingers deftly wrapping the ropes around Marta's limbs, binding them to the bedposts again. But this time, she did the same to herself, lying beside Marta, their bodies touching from shoulder to toe. Cristina's eyes gleamed as she looked at them, bound and ready. Cristina climbed onto the bed, her body straddling both of them. Her hands began to roam, touching, teasing, squeezing. She leaned down, her teeth grazing Sofía's nipple before moving to Marta's, eliciting soft moans from both. Her hands moved lower, fingers sliding into both their pussies, fucking them in tandem. Sofía and Marta writhed, their bodies pressing together, their moans mingling. Cristina's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling Sofía's clit, her palm grinding against Marta's. The room filled with their combined moans, their bodies bucking in unison. Cristina leaned down, her teeth grazing Sofía's earlobe. "Come for me," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Both of you, come for me together." Their bodies obeyed, their organs ripping through them simultaneously. They screamed, their bodies convulsing, their pussies clenching around Cristina's fingers. The intensity was too much. Their vision blurred, their bodies went limp, and everything went black.

A la semana siguiente, Cristina les hace esperar su regreso desnudas en la puerta en forma de sumisión lavadas y limpias, para que cuando ella llegue el juego comience primero poniendo sus collares para el juego de cachorros uno rosa pastel para Marta y uno Carmín para Sofía

The week had felt like an eternity, but finally, the day had come. Sofía and Marta stood naked at the door, their bodies clean and shaved, their breaths shallow with anticipation. The house was silent except for the distant ticking of a clock, each second stretching out like a tiny eternity. They had been instructed to wait, to submit, and they had obeyed. The sound of a key turning in the lock sent a shiver down Sofía's spine. Marta's hand reached out, finding Sofía's, their fingers intertwining. The door swung open, and there stood Cristina, her eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and lust. She took her time, her gaze roaming over their bodies, appreciating their submission. Without a word, she held up two collars. One was a soft pink, delicate and almost innocent-looking. The other was a vibrant red, bold and commanding. She approached Marta first, the pink collar dangling from her fingers. Marta lowered her head, allowing Cristina to fasten it around her neck. The collar was soft against her skin, a gentle reminder of her role. Cristina then turned to Sofía, the red collar in her hand. Sofía lifted her chin, her eyes meeting Cristina's. Cristina smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. She fastened the collar, her fingers brushing against Sofía's neck, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "Good girls," Cristina murmured, her voice filled with approval. "Now, on your hands and knees. It's time to play." Her voice was soft, yet held an unmistakable authority. Marta and Sofía complied, their bodies moving in sync as they lowered themselves to the floor. Their breasts pressed against the cold wood, their nipples hardening from the contrast of temperature and arousal. They waited, their hearts pounding in their chests, ready for whatever Cristina had planned next. Cristina circled them, her heels clicking on the floor. Cristina stopped in front of them, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Since you've been such good girls, I'll let you choose how this game starts." She reached into her pocket, pulling out two small, vibrating eggs. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Marta and Sofía exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Marta nodded slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. Sofía turned back to Cristina, a small smile playing on her lips. "Marta first," she said, her voice steady and sure. Cristina smiled, her fingers wrapping around the egg. "Such a good girl," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Marta's. She knelt down, her hand reaching between Marta's legs. Sofía watched, her breath hitching as Cristina's fingers spread Marta's folds, revealing her glistening pussy. Cristina inserted the egg, her fingers pressing it deep inside Marta. Marta's body jerked, a soft moan escaping her lips as the vibrations began. Cristina stood up, her eyes never leaving Marta. "Your turn, Sofía," she said, her voice a low growl. Sofía nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and she welcomed it. Cristina knelt down again, her fingers reaching for the second egg. Sofía could feel her pulse racing, her body aching with need. She was ready. She was eager. She wanted more.

De ahí le pone una cola esponjosa con un dildo a cada uno en su otro agujero, además comentándoles que ese collar no se puede abrir si no es con la llave que tienen en el cuello, además les hace caminar en cuatro, espalda recta sino le da unas palmadas por desobediencia y si cumplen les da un premio, además que a Sofía le dice preciosura y a Marta dulzura pero las dos en conjuntos son sus muñecas como mascotas

Cristina's hands trailed down Marta's spine, her touch feather-light, sending shivers across Marta's skin. She pressed a soft, spongy butt plug against Marta's tight hole, the dildo attached to it glistening with lube. Marta tensed briefly before relaxing, allowing Cristina to push it in slowly. Marta gasped, the sensation of fullness making her hips buck slightly. "Good girl," Cristina purred, her fingers gently patting Marta's hip. She moved to Sofia, repeating the process. Sofia bit her lip, her eyes watering slightly as the plug and dildo slid into her. Cristina leaned in, her breath hot on Sofia's ear. "Preciosura," she whispered, her voice laced with approval. She stood up, her eyes sweeping over them both. "Remember, dulzuras, these collars don't come off without my key. You're mine now, my little pet mascots." She circled them, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. "Walk," she commanded, her voice sharp. Marta and Sofia began to crawl, their bodies moving in sync. Their collars jingled softly with each movement, a constant reminder of their submission. Cristina watched, her eyes critiquing every line of their bodies. "Sofía, straighten your spine," she ordered, her hand coming down sharply on Sofia's ass. Sofia yelped, her back straightening immediately. Cristina nodded, her hand stroking Sofia's hair. "Good girl." They continued to crawl, their bodies slick with a sheen of sweat. Cristina walked behind them, her eyes never leaving their bodies. "Marta, faster," she commanded, her hand coming down sharply on Marta's ass. Marta yelped, her pace quickening. Cristina smiled, her hand stroking Marta's hair. "Good girl." Cristina walked in front of them, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Since you're both doing so well, it's time for a reward." She reached into her pocket, pulling out two small, silver clamps. She knelt down, her fingers tweaking Sofia's nipple before attaching the clamp. Sofia gasped, her body jerking at the sudden sensation. Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Sofia's ear. "Preciosura," she whispered, her voice laced with approval. She moved to Marta, repeating the process. Marta moaned, her body arching at the sensation. Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's ear. "Dulzura," she whispered, her voice laced with approval. She stood up, her eyes sweeping over them both. "My little mascotas are so good," she purred, her voice filled with lust. "But it’s time to keep going with some more fun. Stand up." They complied and stood there, awaiting their next instruction.

Jugaremos a recoger una pelota la que gana le daré a cada uno un dulce por ser buenas y obedientes como saben malvadisco para Sofía y chocolate amargo para Marta además que aparte de eso les haré suspirar, jugaremos varias veces espero que logren hacerlo, Sofía ganaba más además los dildos y vibradores estarán en su máxima como baja en momentos aleatorios

Cristina stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. She held up a small, red ball, tossing it gently between her hands. "We're going to play a game," she announced, her voice laced with a playful edge. "Fetch. You'll start on hands and knees, and use your mouths to grab the ball. The one who brings it back to me first gets a treat. And since you both know how to be good girls, I have special ones picked out for you." She knelt down, placing the ball on the floor between them. "On the count of three, you can start. One... two... three!” Marta and Sofia dropped to all fours, their bodies tense and ready. The room was silent except for their breath and the soft jingle of their collars. Sofía was faster, her mouth closing around the ball first. She turned, her body moving with a grace that belied the toys stuffed inside her. Marta was close behind, her eyes locked onto Sofia's prize. They raced back, their breasts swaying with each stride, the nipple clamps tugging at their flesh, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through their bodies. Cristina stood, her eyes sweeping over them both, her body tensing in anticipation Sofía reached her first, dropping the ball at her feet. She panted, her chest heaving, the vibrations from the dildo inside her intensifying with each ragged breath. Cristina smiled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small, wrapped piece of candy. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Sofia's as she fed her the treat. "Good girl, preciosura," she purred, the candy sliding into Sofia's mouth. Marta arrived a second later, her body glistening with sweat. Cristina handed her a piece of dark chocolate, feeding it to her with a gentle touch to her lips. "Good girl, dulzura," she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Marta's collar. Marta's eyes never left Cristina's as she took the chocolate, her breath hitching slightly. Cristina then leaned in, capturing Sofia's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue explored Sofia's mouth, tasting the malvadisco and the sweetness of her submission. Sofia moaned into the kiss, her body pressing against Cristina's. The vibrators within them hummed louder, the intensity of their desire evident. When Cristina pulled away, she smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust and approval. "Again," she commanded, tossing the ball gently. Marta and Sofia exchanged a glance, a silent challenge passing between them. They lunged forward, their bodies moving in sync, the game of fetch turning into a battle of wills and desire. The vibrators inside them hummed softly, the intensity varying with each movement, keeping them on edge. As they played, Cristina's eyes gleamed with lust and approval. She watched them, her body tensing with each race, each panting breath, each jingle of their collars. The room filled with the scent of their arousal, the sound of their moans mixing with the softly vibrating toys inside them. They played round after round, their bodies pushing harder, their breaths coming faster, their desire building with each fetch.

"Again," she commanded, tossing the ball gently. Marta and Sofia lunged forward, their bodies moving in sync, the game of fetch turning into a battle of wills and desire. The vibrators inside them hummed softly, the intensity varying with each movement, keeping them on edge. Cristina circled them, her eyes never leaving their slick, straining bodies. She could see the beads of sweat trickling down their spines, the way their muscles tensed and released with each lunge. She could hear their ragged breaths, the soft moans that escaped their lips with every jolt of pleasure. Marta managed to snatch the ball first this time, her lips closing around it as she turned and raced back. Sofia was hot on her heels, her body moving with a feral grace. Cristina watched, her breath hitching as Marta dropped the ball at her feet, her chest heaving. She rewarded Marta with another piece of dark chocolate, her fingers lingering on Marta's lips as she fed her. Marta's tongue darted out, licking Cristina's fingertips, her eyes locked onto Cristina's. Cristina's body responded, her own desire spreading hot and thick in her belly. She wanted more. She wanted to taste them, to feel them, to own them completely. She leaned down, capturing Marta's mouth in a bruising kiss. Marta moaned into the kiss, her body pressing against Cristina's. The vibrators inside them hummed louder, the intensity of their desire evident. When Cristina pulled away, she stood up, her body gleaming with sweat, the heat of her arousal palpable. "On the bed," she commanded, her voice hoarse with desire. Marta and Sofia complied immediately, their bodies moving with a syncopated grace as they climbed onto the bed, their legs spread wide, their slick pussies on display. Cristina stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes sweeping over them both. "Touch yourselves," she ordered, her voice laced with command. Marta and Sofia's hands immediately went to their pussies, their fingers sliding through their slick folds, their hips bucking at the sensation. Cristina watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving their bodies. She undressed slowly, her eyes locked onto Marta and Sofia as they fingered themselves, their moans filling the room. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, her body aching with need. She crawled onto the bed, her body covering Marta's first. She leaned down, her lips capturing one of Marta's nipples, the clamped one, sucking hard. Marta cried out, her body arching off the bed, her fingers digging into Cristina's scalp.

Hace que ellas se toquen ellas mismas o se toquen entre si pero solo su clítoris o punto g o vulva pero el tacto de Cristina será para ellas, amazandolas, mordiendo creando chupetones y cuando llegan casi al éxtasis Sofía y Marta las detiene y después de enfriar hace que siguen mientras se burla un poco de ellas

Cristina released Marta's nipple with a soft pop, her lips trailing up to Marta's neck, where she began to suck and bite, marking her skin with fierce passion. Marta's moans grew louder, her hips bucking wildly as she rubbed her clit furiously. Sofia, not to be outdone, mirrored Cristina's actions, her fingers working her own clit in fierce, rapid circles. "Look at each other," Cristina commanded, her voice a low growl. Marta and Sofia turned their heads, their eyes locking onto each other's faces, their breaths ragged and desperate. Cristina moved to Sofia, her mouth latching onto Sofia's nipple, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. She bit down gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, drawing a sharp cry from Sofia. Marta watched, her eyes wide with lust and envy, her fingers never ceasing their relentless motion. Cristina moved between them, her hands and mouth roaming, leaving red, lustful marks on their breasts and necks. She bit down on Marta's collarbone, hard enough to make her cry out, her body shuddering with pleasure. She moved back to Sofia, her tongue tracing the line of her collar, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin beneath. Sofia's moans filled the air, her body writhing beneath Cristina's touch. Their bodies tensed, their breaths hitched, and their movements became more frantic. Cristina could feel the heat of their arousal, the tremor of their impending release. She increased her pace, her bites and sucks becoming more insistent, more demanding. She wanted them to break, to shatter under her touch. Sofía's body convulsed, her fingers digging into Marta's thigh, her breath hitched in her throat. She panted, her eyes wild with lust and desperation. Marta mirrored her, their bodies tensing, their moans filling the room. Cristina could feel their bodies trembling, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew they were close, so close. She increased her pace, her touch, her bites, her sucks, her tongue, her fingers, her every damn thing—everything was primed to push them over the edge. Suddenly, Sofia's hand shot out, grabbing Cristina's wrist. Marta did the same, their voices breathless but firm. "Stop," they panted in unison, their bodies glistening with sweat, their chests heaving. Cristina pulled back, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what they were doing. She crawled off the bed and she walked over to the small fridge in the corner of the room. She needed to cool down and she needed to cool them down. She pulled out an ice cube from the tray she kept inside. "Let's take a little break, shall we?" she said, her voice laced with amusement. She walked back to the bed and handed an ice cube to Marta and Sofia. The ice cube slid between their fingers, and she could see their bodies wanted more. Marta and Sofia looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of frustration and lust. They knew they were playing a dangerous game, but they were too far gone to care. They were hooked, and Cristina knew it. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Marta's ear. "You two are pathetic," she whispered, her voice laced with mockery. "You can't even control yourselves." She moved to Sofia, repeating the same words, her breath hot against Sofia's skin. She could see the effect her words had on them, the way their bodies tensed, their eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire. She wanted them desperate. She wanted them begging. And she would have them. She knew it. She could feel it. “Again,” she commanded, her voice hoarse with desire.

Marta and Sofia exchanged a heated glance, their chests heaving with a mix of lust and defiance. They both knew they were playing with fire, but the heat was intoxicating. They turned back to Cristina, their eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge passing between them. Slowly, their hands moved back to their bodies, but this time, they reached for each other. Marta's fingers found Sofia's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Sofia mirrored the action, her fingers sliding over Marta's sensitive nub, their breaths hitching in unison. Cristina watched, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction and hunger. She climbed back onto the bed, her body moving with a predator's grace. She straddled Marta's thigh, her slick heat pressing against the smooth skin. Marta gasped, her fingers stuttering on Sofia's clit as Cristina began to grind against her, the wet sound of their arousal filling the room. Cristina leaned down, her teeth sinking into Marta's shoulder, marking her. Marta cried out, her body bucking beneath Cristina's weight. Sofia, not to be left out, leaned over and bit down on Marta's nipple, her fingers never ceasing their ministrations on her own clit. Marta's moans turned into a keening wail, her body writhing between them. Cristina released Marta's shoulder, her tongue tracing the bite mark, soothing the sting. She moved up, her lips capturing Marta's in a brutal kiss. Marta kissed back, her body pressing up against Cristina's, her fingers digging into Sofia's thigh. Sofia watched them, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her fingers working her clit in rapid, desperate circles. Cristina reached out, her hand cupping Sofia's breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple. Sofia arched into the touch, her moans joining Marta's in a symphony of lust. Cristina broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Marta's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. She moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of Marta's collarbone, her hands gripping her hips, grinding her harder against Marta's thigh. Marta's body tensed, her fingers digging into Sofia's skin, her moans turning into a desperate plea. "Please, Cristina," Marta begged, her body trembling with need. "Please, let us come. We can't take it anymore." Sofia nodded, her body shaking with the effort of holding back her release. Cristina looked up, her eyes locked onto Marta's, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Beg," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Beg like the pathetic whores you are." Marta and Sofia exchanged a glance, their bodies tensing with a mix of humiliation and lust. They knew what Cristina wanted, and they were more than willing to give it to her. They were desperate, and Cristina knew it. They were hooked, and she was their master.

Cristina no les insulta solo bromea picante o juguetonamente, una de ellas son mis muñecas preferidas o mascotas, y si insulta se disculpa hasta por su desliz les da un premio que son magníficas para ellas y adoran, en ello ella hace o las mueve para que se siente encima de ella mientras que Sofía y Marta siguen en su extasis ellas las amasa a cada una con sus manos a la misma vez, mientras les susurra lo hermosas que se ven rogando y suplicando

Cristina's smile softened, her touch gentling as she ran her hands over Marta's hips, down to her thighs. "My little dolls," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Look at you, both so desperate and needy. It's almost too much to resist." She leaned in, her teeth grazing Sofia's earlobe. "Almost," she whispered, before pulling back with a playful smirk. Marta whimpered, her hips bucking against Cristina's thigh. "Please," she begged, her voice breathless. "Please, let us come. We can't take it anymore." Cristina tsked, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Marta's thighs. "Such impatience," she chided, her voice laced with amusement. "But I suppose I can be generous." She looked between the two of them, her eyes lingering on their flushed faces, their heaving chests, their glistening bodies. "But first," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "I want you to move. I want you to straddle me, Marta. Let me feel that gorgeous pussy of yours against me." Marta hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise. But the desire in Cristina's gaze was too much to resist. She shifted, her body moving to straddle Cristina's lap. She could feel the heat of Cristina's body against her own, the slickness of her arousal coating her thighs. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling with anticipation. Cristina's hands immediately went to Marta's breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Marta cried out, her body arching into the touch. Cristina leaned in, her lips capturing Marta's in a deep, passionate kiss. Sofia watched, her breath hitching in her throat, her fingers never ceasing their motion on her clit. She could see the desire in Cristina's eyes, the way her hands roamed over Marta's body, the way she kissed her with such ferocity. She wanted that too. She wanted to feel Cristina's touch, her kiss, her body against her own. Cristina broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Marta's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. She moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of Marta's collarbone, her hands gripping her hips, grinding her harder against her. Marta's body tensed, her fingers digging into Cristina's skin, her moans turning into a desperate plea. "Please, Cristina," Marta begged, her body trembling with need. "Please, let us come. We can't take it anymore." Cristina looked up, her eyes locked onto Marta's, a playful smile playing on her lips. "My sweet little doll," she murmured, her voice laced with affection. "You're so beautiful like this, begging and pleading. It's almost too much to resist." She reached out, her hand cupping Sofia's breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple. Sofia arched into the touch, her moans joining Marta's in a symphony of lust. Cristina's other hand moved to Marta's clit, her fingers rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Marta cried out, her body bucking against Cristina's touch. Sofia watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her fingers working her clit in rapid, desperate circles. Cristina leaned in, her lips brushing against Sofia's ear. "You're both so beautiful," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "So desperate and needy. It's intoxicating." She moved to Marta, repeating the same words, her breath hot against her skin. She could see the effect her words had on them, the way their bodies tensed, their eyes flashed with a mix of lust and desperation. She wanted them desperate. She wanted them begging. And she would have them. She knew it. She could feel it. She moved Marta off her and gently pushed her to lay back. “Sofía come here, mi amor, lie down next to Marta, it’s time for me to give you two a treat.” Marta and Sofia exchanged a heated glance as Sofia crawled over to Marta’s side. Cristina pressed their bodies together, their breasts smashing into each other, their nipples touching, and she could see the electricity pass between them. “Hold each other tight, and keep your fingers on your clits, don’t stop, not for anything.” Cristina moved between their legs, her hands roaming over their bodies, their breasts, down to Marta’s hips, over Sofia’s thighs, squeezing, kneading, cherishing. “You’re both so god damned gorgeous, you know that?” she whispered as she gazed into their eyes. “I love how you beg. I love how you beg for me.”

En momentos intensos algo que hace al final es tomarles un foto en sus éxtasis o cuando termina el orgasmo de ellas aunque saben que no se correrán una vez sino varias veces

Cristina's fingers trailed down Marta's stomach, tracing the lines of her hips, her touch light and teasing. She glanced up, her eyes locking onto Marta's, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She reached for her phone, her fingers deftly unlocking it and pulling up the camera app. Marta and Sofia exchanged a glance, their breath hitching in their throats. They knew what Cristina was planning, and the thought sent a shiver of anticipation through their bodies. Cristina positioned the phone, angling it just right to capture both of their faces, their flushed cheeks, their glazed eyes, their parted lips. "Smile, my dolls," Cristina commanded, her thumb hovering over the shutter button. Marta and Sofia obeyed, their smiles slow and sensual, their tongues darting out to lick their lips. Cristina snapped the photo, the flash illuminating the room for a brief moment. She checked the picture, her smile widening at the sight of their desperate, lust-drenched faces. She set the phone down, her hands returning to their bodies. She cupped Marta's breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple, before moving to Sofia, repeating the action. She leaned down, her lips capturing Marta's in a deep, passionate kiss. Sofia watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her fingers never ceasing their motion on her clit. Cristina broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Marta's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. She moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of Marta's collarbone, her hands gripping her hips, grinding her harder against her. Marta's body tensed, her fingers digging into Cristina's skin, her moans turning into a desperate plea. "Please, Cristina," Marta begged, her body trembling with need. "Please, let us come. We can't take it anymore." Cristina looked up, her eyes locked onto Marta's, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Patience, my little doll," she murmured, her voice laced with affection. "The best things in life are worth waiting for." She moved down, her tongue tracing a line down Marta's stomach, her hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider. Marta's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. Cristina looked up, her eyes locking onto Marta's, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She could see the desperation in Marta's eyes, the way her body trembled with need. And she loved it. She fucking loved it. She was in charge, and she knew it. She knew they were hers and knew they wouldn’t resist her anymore. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out, licking Marta's clit in a slow, deliberate motion. Marta cried out, her body bucking against Cristina's touch. Sofia watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her fingers working her clit in rapid, desperate circles. Cristina's tongue moved lower, tracing the lips of Marta's pussy, her fingers gripping her thighs, holding her in place. She could feel Marta's body trembling, could hear her desperate pleas, her moans, her cries. And she fucking loved it. She was their master, their goddess, their everything. And she would have them. She would have them begging, pleading, desperate. And she would give them what they needed. What they craved. What they desired. And she would do it again and again and again. Until they were nothing but a mess of desire, of need, of lust. Until they were hers. Completely and utterly hers.

Cristina's tongue delved deeper, parting Marta's lips, exploring her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Marta's hips writhed, trying to chase the pleasure, but Cristina's grip was firm, keeping her in place. Sofia's breaths grew ragged, her own touch becoming more frantic as she watched Cristina's head bob between Marta's thighs. The room filled with the wet sounds of Cristina's tongue, Marta's desperate moans, and the scent of their combined arousal. Cristina's fingers joined her tongue, sliding into Marta's pussy with ease, her thumb circling her clit. Marta's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as Cristina's fingers curled, finding that sweet spot inside her. "Fuck, Cristina, please," Marta gasped, her fingers tangling in Cristina's hair, trying to pull her closer. Sofia mirrored Marta's movements, her hips bucking against her own hand, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Cristina looked up, her chin glistening, her eyes locked onto Sofia. "You like watching this, don't you, my love?" she purred, her voice thick with lust. Sofia nodded, her body trembling with need. "Show me," Cristina commanded, her fingers never stopping their ministrations. "Show me how much you like it." Sofia's hand moved faster, her fingers pressing harder against her clit, her body shuddering with each touch. Cristina smiled, turning her attention back to Marta, her tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving Marta wild. Marta's moans turned into cries, her body convulsing as Cristina brought her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, Cristina pulled away, leaving Marta panting and desperate. She crawled up Marta's body, her lips capturing hers in a brutal kiss, sharing Marta's taste with her. Marta moaned into the kiss, her body trembling with unspent desire. Cristina broke the kiss, turning to Sofia, capturing her lips in the same brutal, possessive way. Sofia whimpered, her body arching off the bed, her fingers still working her clit. Cristina pulled back, her eyes locked onto Sofia's. "Touch her," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Sofia's hand hesitated for a moment before moving to Marta's breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple. Marta cried out, her body arching into the touch. Cristina smiled, her hand moving between Marta's legs, her fingers sliding into her pussy with ease. "Why the fuck did you stop?" Marta gasped, her body trembling with need. Cristina smiled, her fingers curling inside Marta, her thumb finding her clit. "Because, my little doll," she murmured, her voice laced with lust, "I want to watch you come undone while she watches."

Cristina's fingers danced inside Marta, her touch precise and unyielding. "You're mine, remember? Every fucking moan, every shudder, every drop of your cum—it's all mine." She leaned in, her breath hot on Marta's ear. "And I decide when you come. When you beg. When you scream my name." Marta's breath hitched, her body quivering under Cristina's command. "Yes," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "Yours. Always yours." Cristina's smile was pure dominance. She turned her attention to Sofia, her eyes narrowing as she watched Sofia's fingers work her clit. "And you, my love? Do you understand who you belong to?" Sofia nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You, Cristina. Always you." "Good girl," Cristina purred, her fingers Never stopping their relentless motion inside Marta. "Now, touch her. Make her feel good. But remember—she comes when I say she comes." Sofia's hand moved to Marta's breast, her touch gentle at first, then growing firmer, more insistent. She pinched Marta's nipple, rolling it between her fingers, her eyes locked onto Cristina's, seeking approval. Cristina nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "That's it, my love. Make her scream." Marta's moans filled the room, her body writhing under their combined touch. Cristina's fingers curled inside her, her thumb circling her clit with expert precision. Sofia's hand moved lower, her fingers tracing the lines of Marta's stomach, her touch light and teasing. Cristina leaned in, her lips capturing Marta's in a deep, possessive kiss. Marta moaned into the kiss, her body trembling with need. Cristina broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto Marta's. "Come for me, my little doll," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Come for me now." Marta's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cries filled the room, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Cristina smiled, her fingers slowing their motion, drawing out Marta's pleasure. Sofia watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her fingers never ceasing their motion on her clit. Cristina's eyes locked onto hers, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Your turn, my love," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Come for me. Come for me now."