The afternoon sun was still burning in Foz do Iguaçu as Carla drove through the streets of Vila Portes, the busy and colorful neighborhood near Ponte da Amizade. In the passenger seat, Lívia and Bianca were huddled together, their long natural hair — Lívia's curly brown hair and Bianca's dark straight hair — tied into improvised buns. Lívia was wearing the leather skirt from the previous night, and Bianca was still wearing the transparent white dress, now wrinkled and with marks from sweat and adventure. Carla's pink wig swayed in the warm wind that came through the open windows, and the radio played an electronic beat that seemed to echo their energy. The three laughed, exchanging provocations and imagining what they would do with the remaining 27 days of Carla's vacation.

They arrived at the kitchenette within minutes. It was a simple three-story building with peeling paint and narrow balconies filled with hanging clothes. Carla parked the car right in front, ignoring the looks of the neighbors who were having tereré on the sidewalks. The three of them went down, Carla's heels clicking on the hot asphalt, her micro skirt rising with each step and showing off her bikini lines, while Lívia and Bianca walked with the naturalness of those who dominated that territory.

— Welcome to our castle — Bianca joked, pushing the door of the small apartment on the second floor, which creaked because of the half-broken lock.

The kitchenette was cramped but full of character, with walls decorated with posters of pop divas and Christmas lights hanging year-round. A double bed with a flowered sheet leaned against the wall, next to a faded sofa bed and a small table that served as the kitchen, living room and everything else. A beaded curtain separated the tiny bathroom, and the air smelled of incense mixed with sweet perfume. It was a space that screamed stripped freedom, just like Lívia and Bianca.

— Sorry for the chaos, we didn't expect to become street stars this week — said Lívia, laughing, as she pushed a pile of dirty clothes into the corner with her foot.

Carla swayed in, her earrings clinking, and threw herself onto the sofa bed with an exaggerated sigh.

- I loved. It smells of life and sluttiness — she replied, causing the other two to laugh.

Lívia and Bianca began rummaging through the narrow closet, throwing clothes into an old backpack: tiny panties, tight dresses, high-heeled boots, makeup — everything they found useful for their days at Carla's house. Meanwhile, Carla got up and started exploring the place. She found a wooden box under the bed and, curious, pulled it out. Inside, there was an arsenal of sex toys: various plugs, vibrators, handcuffs, ropes and a whip with rhinestone details.

— Girls, you have a treasure here! — Carla exclaimed, waving a plug with a rabbit tail in the air.

Bianca turned around, laughing, and took the plug from her hands.

— That's my sweetheart. I use it to warm up before going out. Would you like to taste it?

— Of course — replied Carla, already lifting her micro skirt and leaning over the table. The negative chastity belt kept his micro penis locked in, but his asshole was free and hungry. Bianca took a gel from the box, lubricated the plug and inserted it slowly, eliciting a long moan from Carla. The rabbit's tail swayed with each movement, and Lívia, watching from the corner, couldn't contain herself:

— Damn, you are a bottomless pit. Let me join in on the fun.

Lívia took a vibrator from the box, turned it on at full power and began rubbing it against Carla's body, who was writhing with pleasure. Bianca, still in her dress, lifted the hem and left her hard cock exposed, already excited by the scene. Carla fell to her knees immediately, sucking Bianca voraciously while Lívia stuck the vibrator up her own ass, moaning loudly and masturbating with the other hand. The moans of the three filled the kitchenette, and the curtains of the open window danced with the wind, allowing a glimpse of their silhouettes to anyone passing by on the street.

Bianca came quickly in Carla's mouth, who swallowed it all and turned to Lívia, licking her dick while the vibrator was still buzzing. Lívia came immediately, the hot jet hitting Carla's face, who laughed and cleaned her lips with her fingers, sucking them afterwards.

— Now we can tidy things up — said Carla, getting up as if nothing had happened, the plug still firmly in place.

The three burst into laughter, tired but radiant. While Lívia and Bianca finished filling their backpack, Carla looked around some more and found an old notebook in the box. He opened it and saw that it was a diary of Lívia and Bianca's sexual adventures — a list full of details about encounters, places and fetishes that they had already experienced in Foz and Ciudad del Este. There were stories of orgies in store warehouses in Paraguay, sex in bathrooms on the Ponte da Amizade and even a night with bikers on the BR-277.

— You are legends — said Carla, impressed, showing them the notebook.

— That's just what we wrote down — replied Bianca, blinking. — With you on the team, this becomes an encyclopedia.

With the backpack ready, they decided to take the toy box too. They threw everything in the trunk of Carla's car, and, before leaving, Lívia suggested:

— How about a stop in Paraguay? The store where we work is closed today, but there is a little bar that is packed with males on Monday night. We can hunt some more for today.

Carla clapped her hands, excited.

- I loved! But I want to set myself up properly first. Let's go back home, get some of my clothes and perfect our look.

The three of them got into the car, Carla's bunny tail escaping through the side of her microskirt, and headed back to her house at top speed, laughing and planning their next adventure. The day was still far from over, and the night promised to be even more insane.