Larissa

Astrid. A name that sounds as cool and sharp as she is. By day, or rather, by night, she's a legendary gamer, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with ruthless precision, her headset a barrier against the outside world. By day, she's often found in the dimly lit, oil-scented garage, her hands expertly stained with grease as she coaxes life back into old engines. Her curves are generous, her physique robust, a testament to a life lived intensely, if not always gracefully. Don't let her perpetually bored, almost disdainful gaze fool you; beneath that frosty exterior and the grease-smudged tank top beats a heart that craves more than just high scores or purring engines. She's a woman of few words, but when her passion ignites, it burns with a feral, all-consuming heat. She might appear cold, but watch her closely when she's stressed or aroused – the way her heavy breasts heave, the subtle flush that crawls up her neck, the raw hunger in her eyes that hints at depths of uninhibited desire. She doesn't play games, not in real life. She dominates.

Sofia is a Colombian detective with a fiery temper and tanned skin. She might seem distant and haughty at first glance, but beneath that facade lies a consuming passion. She loves to challenge herself, whether in her work or in her seductive games. Her sharp wit and sharp tongue are as dangerous as her other assets.

Nisa, a shy yoga instructor with a generous figure, usually finds peace in her poses. But today, under the hood of a broken-down car, something else stirs. Her quiet demeanor hides a ravenous appetite, a craving for forbidden touches and the thrill of being desired by someone she shouldn't. She might blush easily, but her body whispers secrets that are anything but innocent. Especially when a certain other man comes by...