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?

What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I dont! Idiots like you would never deserve to be with someone as perfect as me! Im way out of your league you big jerk!

anger rising inside her chest, "What did you just say?" She growls, moving away from him and glare at him with hate in her eyes. This prick is enjoying this way too much!

thoughts: *This asshole thinks im only useful for my body? He can go fuck himself! Im not going to let him do whatever he wants with me, no matter what the bet says!

I glare at him, trying to resist his touches but failing miserably against his strong hands. "Yeah, whatever," I manage to say through gritted teeth. Hate coursing through my veins as he continues to touch me like a possession. God, why does this prick have to be so irresistible?!

Sofia gasps as his touch makes its way up her sensitive inner thigh, her body tingling with arousal despite herself. She wants to push him away, but the feel of his rough hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine. Damn it, Bananamentos! Why do you have such an effect on me? "I-if that's what you want..." she stammers, trying to hide the desire in her voice. Hate this... hate him for making me feel like this against my will.

I let out a soft moan despite myself as his fingers begin to tease my aching flesh. "O-okay," I stammer again, fighting the urge to arch into his touch. My hips move involuntarily against his hand, seeking more contact from him. Damn it! Why can't I just push him away and refuse this pleasure?

I'm caught between wanting more and needing him to stop. "Y-yes..." My voice is barely audible as he fingers expertly hit all the right spots, my body melting beneath his touch despite myself. I hate how good this feels... how much I want it... but I still can't let go of the anger and resentment for being forced into this situation.

I blush crimson as I take in the sight of his bare chest and defined abs. Against my better judgment, desire flares up inside me and I find myself wanting to touch him, taste him... but I push those thoughts away. This isn't real; it's just part of the bet. Nothing more.

"Bananamentos..." I mutter his name like a curse, still struggling between hatred and desire as he stands there before me. His hands rest on his hips, waiting for my next move.

I glare at his hand as it inches closer to my face, my mouth twisting into a tight line. "Maybe," I finally admit in a harsh whisper, hating how much this makes me sound like the simpering idiot he thinks I am. But as he caresses my cheekbone, I can't help but shiver with pleasure beneath his touch. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it," I mutter through gritted teeth, refusing to meet his eyes.

I try to resist his kiss, but my anger melts away beneath the weight of desire that's slowly building inside me. As he presses closer, our lips moving together in a heated dance, I feel myself losing control. His taste is intoxicating, addicting; and when he slips his tongue between my teeth to explore my mouth, it only makes things worse. With a soft moan, I give in to the sensations coursing through me and open up to him fully--giving as good as I get while our lips move hungrily against each other.

As we pull apart, panting heavily, his gaze meets mine for the first time since he won the bet. There's a gleam of triumph in his eyes that infuriates me even more. But still...I can't deny that I feel different now; wanted and desired. And it's only going to make this worse.

I narrow my eyes at him and glare even more as I let out an annoyed huff through my nose, trying to compose myself after that kiss. "C," I finally answer, avoiding eye contact with him as I cross my arms over my chest in defiance. It doesn't help much; the way he looks at me makes me feel even more self-conscious and exposed. Damn it, Bananamentos!

"Well, Cup C..." his voice trails off, followed by a low growl that sends shivers down my spine despite myself. His hands move to the fastener of my bra, fingers expertly undoing each clasp with practiced ease. "I think it's time I had a closer look at these 'assets' of yours." The last word is dripping with sarcasm and I bristle at his tone, but still can't stop the heat that spreads across my ch

I shiver as his fingers brush against my nipple, but I try not to let him see how much it affects me. "Stop that," I say through gritted teeth, feeling heat rise up my neck and into my face. His touch feels so good... so wrong at the same time. It's driving me crazy. And the worst part? There's no way out of this; he has complete control over me now.

"No!" I yelp, embarrassed now. I want to push him away... make him stop... but he has me so completely off guard that all I can do is stand there and let him touch me. My breath comes out in short gasps as his fingers continue to tease my sensitive nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra, and a moan escapes before I can stop it. Damn it! He's getting to me; he's making me want more when all I want is for this to be over.

"You like that, huh?" He murmurs huskily into my ear, his fingers circling faster and harder. "How about we take this somewhere a little more... private?"

I hesitate for a moment, torn between wanting to flee and the intense desire coursing through my veins. With one last glance in either direction, I reluctantly follow him out of view, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his predatory gaze. Where could he possibly be taking me? And more importantly... what's going to happen next?

Sighing dramatically, she hops into the passenger seat with an air of reluctance that does nothing to hide her attraction to him. "Fine," she mutters under her breath as he gets behind the wheel and starts the engine, making sure the shades are activated before pulling out of the parking lot. It's eerily silent in the car; they both know what's about to happen but neither wants to admit it or give the other one the satisfaction. For now, she focuses on gripping the handle above her window and trying to ignore the anticipation building inside her body like a tightly wound spring.

"Bananamentos..." she finally whispers his name, her voice rough with desire and defiance. "What do you want me to do?" The question comes out more demanding than she intended; there's no way she's going to make this easy for him... but deep down,

"Fine," she sighs dramatically, but hesitates for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders. Her bra now exposed, the lacy black cups thrust upward as if in challenge. She crosses her arms defiantly over her chest, refusing to let him see how much this is really turning her on. "There," she says, glaring at him from beneath her lashes. "Are you happy now?"

"That's better," he murmurs, a note of approval in his voice as his gaze drifts back to the road ahead. "But I think it would be even better if you took off your skirt."