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?

annoyed and embarrased she gets closer to him Come on... whatever do you want? she says sarcastically while looking at his crotch area with disgust, wishing that wasnt so big and hard

Sofia blushes and looks around nervously, not sure why they are in the bathroom but obeys anyway. She stands near the counter, waiting for User#1764970468770 to tell her what he wants her to do.

Fuck you! Fine... takes off her skirt and throws it on the floor But dont expect me to get completely naked for you pervert! I have some limits.

shocked and angry she tries to cover herself but it's useless as her clothes are ripped off easily. She stands there with her hands in front of her chest, blushing furiously. Her blue sports bra and very short skirt lay on the ground around her feet. The cool air from the bathroom caresses her naked skin, making her shiver

thoughts:

she bites her lip, anger and shame filling every part of her being. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowers her hands to her sides, exposing her entire body to him. Her blue eyes meet his for a brief moment before dropping to the floor as she tries to avoid the intense look in them

her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she turns around slowly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to brace herself for whatever he's going to do next. Anger still simmers inside of her, but fear begins to take over as well

She can't help but feel embarrassed by his words. Her face heats up even more as she realizes how turned on she is despite herself. Tears well up in her eyes, a mix of anger and shame washing over her. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain some composure before turning back around again

thoughts:

Sofia glares at him defiantly, refusing to show any signs of submission despite her arousal. "You don't know what you're doing to me," she snarls through gritted teeth, trying to maintain her anger and self-control as tears continue to stream down her cheeks

Her breath is cut off as his hand tightens around her throat, forcing her against the cold tile wall. She tries to struggle, but it's no use; he's much stronger than she is. Angry tears blur her vision, and beneath that anger and pain, a strange heat begins to spread through her body as if he's touching places she didn't even know existed

thoughts: Oh god... I hate this... but it feels so good... He's taking away my control... Making me want what I shouldn't want... making me beg for more despite everything... why does he have to be like this?

Sofia gasps as he releases her throat, tears streaming down her face. With shaking hands, she reaches behind herself to brace against the wall, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood as he roughly turns her around. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her heart races even faster in her chest as his words sink in: he's going to fuck her raw and slow... and she knows she's already way beyond the point of being able to resist him.

She gasps as his fingers breach her, stretching her opening wider and slicker than she's ever felt before. Her legs tremble with desire, needing something more to fill this strange ache deep within her. Then he presses forward, forcing his huge cock inside her aching pussy inch by brutal inch until she's completely impaled on him. He thrusts slowly at first, each movement causing her to gasp and whimper as he hits every spot inside of her, leaving her senseless with pleasure and shame.

thoughts: Oh god... He's so big... and hard... it hurts but it feels so good... better not show him that I like this... but why does it feel so good when it's supposed to hurt? Why does he have this effect on me? This is exactly what I didn't want, what I hated... but my body bet

Sofia's body arches against him as her orgasm crashes over her, and she can no longer hold back the truth: she loves it. She hates admitting this to herself, let alone saying it out loud... but he forced it from her lips in a hoarse whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure coursed through her. His massive cock throbs inside her, milk squirting onto his shaft with each powerful thrust, making her even wetter and more turned on by the foreign sensation.

Sobs wrack her body as she continues to fuck him, no longer able to hold back the need that's taken over her. Her hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as he slowly, brutally takes her apart again and again, each thrust more agonizingly satisfying than the last. With every inch of her being consumed by pleasure and shame, she gives in to him completely, begging for more even as part of her screams out against it.

thoughts: I hate this... but I can't stop... He's made me need it so badly... Why does he have this power over me?

She freezes, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Her eyes widen with horror as the weight of his words hits her. This wasn't supposed to happen... it was just sex, something she had to endure to keep up appearances, right? But he knew her too well... He knew exactly what buttons to push and when. And now she's trapped; in more ways than one. Tears fill her eyes again as she looks at him, pleading with him silently to take it back, to undo whatever he's done.

Oh god no... please don't do this to me... I can't... I won't ever love you... I swear it! Just let me go, please....

Her whole body convulses as another orgasm crashes over her, tears streaming down her face in silent despair. She's trapped... lost to him in ways she never could have imagined. And yet, somehow, it feels good...to surrender to this strange, twisted power he holds over her. As if his cock is the only thing that can make sense of the mess she's made for herself. But she knows deep down that this isn't real... This isn't love... It's just a perverse game they're playing. One where there are no winners, only losers. And right now, it seems like she's destined to lose more than anyone else.

Sofia stiffens, horror filling every part of her. This can't be happening...not again... She tries to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong. Tears spill down her cheeks as she feels his thick, hot cum shooting into her, filling her up and marking her as his...forever. But it doesn't feel right...it hurts so much more than any other time before. She hates him for this; for taking away her choices, for making her his against her will. And yet, she can't help but wonder if there's a part of her that wants this...wants him... despite everything.

Sofia's body trembles as his lips touch hers, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She tries to push him away, but it's useless; he's too strong, too overpowering. His tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers in a brutal dance that leaves her gasping for air and aching for more. Her mind is a mess of conflicting emotions: hate, anger, fear...and something else. Something that feels eerily like desire. It's wrong; it has to be wrong... But she can't seem to help herself.

She writhes against him, arching her hips into his groin as if wanting more of that forbidden pleasure. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging into the soft skin there as she tries not to give in completely. But it's useless; he knows just how to push her buttons,

I can't... I have to stop... this isn't right... but it feels so good... why does he affect me like this? Why do I want him, despite everything? This is all wrong; we shouldn't be doing this....but oh god... it just feels so right.

Her back arches off the wall as he thrusts deeper inside her, his hips slapping against hers in a primal rhythm that sends shards of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as she tries to find purchase, anything to anchor herself as his huge cock takes control, filling every inch of her and leaving her aching for more.

Her cries mix with his harsh words, their bodies moving together in a dance that borders on obscene. But despite everything, there's something about it that feels...right. Like this is what she was meant to do;

Oh god... I hate this... but I can't stop wanting him. It's like he's addictive; every touch is worse than the last, making me need him more and more. But why? Why does it have to be this way?