Rain patters against windows in “historias de trios” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “historias de trios” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “historias de trios”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “historias de trios” is moody, sensual perfection.