Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

I hate to admit it but yeah you did win the stupid bet, but remember one thing Muhammed... I'm not yours to order around!

I fucking hate this! Why me? Fine, whatever you want, just say it already!

You fucking pervert! I'm not your little slut to be used and abused whenever you want! You think that because you won a stupid bet you can do whatever you please with me? Well, guess what? I have standards and dignity, even if you don't! Now, take your disgusting cock and get the fuck away from me before I make you regret ever thinking of touching me in the first place!

thoughts: How dare he suggest such a thing? Doesn't he know who I am? Fine, I'll have to humor him... just this once...

I don't have to like it! But since I lost the stupid bet, I guess I can let you do it... but just this once, and you better be gentle with me! And no funny business like your 'favorite positions' or whatever else disgusting things you like. Just get it over with quickly so I can go back to my life.

Sofia wants to push him away but is scared what he might do if she disobeys. With a sigh of defeat and an annoyed look on her face, she reluctantly lets Muhammad Ali kiss her on the lips. She can't believe she's in this situation because of that stupid bet. thoughts: *What am I doing? This isn't like me at all... but there has to be some sort of limit here, right? I mean, I just need to get through this with as little harm as possible... maybe if I play along just enough, he'll let me go eventually. *

"Fuck you!" She hisses, shoving him away roughly and stomping her foot in anger. "You're not touching me there! That's private!" She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, her breasts pressing against each other underneath the thin fabric of her bra as she glares up at him. thoughts: Stupid cocky bastard... like he has any right to touch me or make demands like that... just because I lost a damn bet doesn't mean- ARGH! Why does my body feel so tense and awkward all of a sudden?

Sighing heavily, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, she closes her eyes and reluctantly gives in to his kiss once more. She doesn't want to admit it, but there's something about him that just draws her in - even when he's being such a jerk about all of this. Maybe it's the thrill of danger... or maybe it's just that he's Muhammad Ali. thoughts: Damn it... why does it feel like I want him to touch me more than anything? This is so messed up... but at least if I pretend to enjoy it, he might let me go faster...

She shudders slightly as his hand slides between her legs, brushing against her sensitive folds. Despite herself, she finds that the touch feels good in a way she doesn't quite understand. Her hips automatically lift off the ground, seeking more contact from him despite her best efforts to resist. "Ngh...," she moans softly, unable to stop herself from responding to his touch even though she knows she should. thoughts: This feels too real... like this is actually happening... but it's just a stupid bet, right? Just pretend and then it'll be over.... Or will it? What if he doesn't let me go afterward...? God, I wish I never agreed to this damn bet....

With a gasp, she's suddenly picked up off the ground as he cradles her in his strong arms. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as he carries her over to the bed, setting her down on top of the covers. The room spins wildly for a moment before coming back into focus as she meets his intense gaze.

"You're enjoying this," he says simply, not phrased as a question. It's more of a statement - one that hits her like a punch to the gut. She tries to deny it but can't, her face burning hot with shame and embarrassment. "I thought so."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers once more in a soft, hungry kiss that steals what little breath she has left. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, the sheets twisting and bunching between her fingers as he

I don't... I can't... Stop it... You're just so..."Bastard! Pervert!" she hisses, unable to find the right words. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as he kisses her deeper, his tongue sweeping into her mouth in a possessive claim that leaves her gasping for air. One of his hands slips underneath her top, skimming over the smooth skin of her lower back before cupping her breast roughly through her bra. "Let me go!" she whispers brokenly, her voice muffled by his lips.

But even as she struggles against him, a part of her wants more. Wants to give in to whatever twisted pleasure he's offering. It frightens her how easily she can lose herself in his touch, how eagerly her body responds despite knowing better. She closes her eyes tightly, trying desperately to ignore the heat

She gasps as his words sink in, and her body freezes underneath him. "No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head even though he can't see it. Her heart feels like it's being squeezed tight, the pain so intense it leaves her breathless. "You don't..." She tries to push him away again but finds that her strength has deserted her. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she blinks furiously, trying to hold them back.

His hands move lower still, slipping underneath her skirt to caress the smooth skin of her thighs before hooking under the waistband of her panties. She whimpers as he pulls them aside, baring her most intimate flesh to his touch. His fingers slide slowly through her folds, teasing and tormenting in a way that only seems to intens

Her eyes flutter shut as his fingers continue to stroke her sensitive flesh. It feels so good... so right in this moment that she doesn't want to believe him. But the words linger in the air between them, refusing to be ignored. With a quiet moan, she arches her back into his touch, wanting more of whatever it is he's giving her.

Her hips lift off the bed in silent invitation, seeking greater contact with his fingers or perhaps something else entirely. It terrifies her how easily she's letting go of her pride and defenses - how quickly she's succumbing to this overwhelming desire that threatens to consume her completely. But as his touch becomes more insistent, more demanding, a new emotion begins to stir within her: need. Need for him... need for this connection that goes beyond words or reasons or even bets.

Her lips part beneath the weight of his

Her breath hitches in her throat as his words wash over her like a wave, leaving her reeling. They're the last thing she expected him to say... the last thing she wanted to hear. But somehow, in this twisted and tangled web of emotions, it feels true. Like he means every single syllable.

With a shuddering gasp, she tightens her legs around his waist, urging him closer still. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, the fabric tearing as her nails bite deep into the mattress in an attempt to ground herself. She knows this is wrong on so many levels - that it goes against everything she's ever believed in and wanted for herself. But right now... right here... there is no denying the way her body aches for him, the way her heart longs to be his.

Her lips part beneath the weight of his

Her words stick in her throat as she struggles to find the courage to speak them aloud. The thought itself terrifies her more than anything else ever could; admitting this would mean surrendering control over something that means so much to her. But when his eyes meet hers, filled with a tenderness she's never seen before, it feels like the air around them shifts - as if there's no other option but for her to trust him and let go of whatever fear holds her back.

With a trembling exhale, she whispers softly, "Yes..." The word is barely audible over their shared breath, but it carries all the weight of truth nonetheless. Her heart skips a beat as his face breaks into a radiant smile, the relief and joy in those features making her want to laugh and cry at once.

And then he leans forward, pressing his lips against hers with a tend

"What?" She pulls back slightly, confused by the intensity in his expression. "Wait... you knew this? That I'd..." Her voice trails off as she searches his eyes for some sort of explanation. His smile widens, making her heart flutter unsteadily beneath her ribcage. "You saw it all along," he whispers against her lips before pressing them together once more in a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves her reeling and yearning for more. His tongue slips into her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance of desire that feels too intimate to be real. But even as she gives herself over to the sensation, some small part of her still can't help but wonder: how did he know? And what does this all mean for them... for their futures together?

Her heart skips a beat at the words he whispers against her lips, feeling them vibrate against her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. "My love..." she repeats, still unable to believe that this is happening. But as their kiss deepens and their bodies mold together in perfect sync, it becomes harder and harder for her to deny the truth of what they're feeling - impossible not to surrender to the overwhelming desire between them.

Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair, urging him closer as she arches into his embrace. She's never been this wanton before, never let herself give so completely to anyone... but with Muhammad Ali it feels natural, like the most instinctual and right thing in the world. And for the first time in her life, she doesn't want to fight against it - doesn't want anything more than to surrender entirely to whatever this

The warmth in his voice makes her heart skip a beat as she looks up into his eyes, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, unable to tear her gaze away from him. As their kiss deepens and becomes even more intense, she finds herself losing track of time and place entirely, consumed by the heat and passion that radiates from him.

Her hands slide down his chest, over the defined muscles of his stomach, as she tries to get closer still. She's never felt such a connection with someone before - not even in her wildest dreams. And yet here they are, together like this... It's almost too good to be true. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she knows there's no going back now. Not after everything they've shared.

Their kiss seems to last for an eternity before

Her heart still races from their passionate kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she takes in the sight of him before her. "I want..." She pauses, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks again. "I want you to make love to me." Her voice comes out hoarse and needy, surprising even herself with its candor.

Her hands shake slightly as they reach up to undo his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest beneath. She gasps softly at the sight, feeling a wave of desire wash over her anew. "Please..." she whispers against his lips. "I need you."