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 at FERNANDO , she follows him to the locker rooms. When they're alone in there, she starts pacing around restlessly. Finally, she turns to him and says with anger, annoyance and hatred mixing together Fine, whatever you say... just don't hurt me or make this worse than it already is...

"Oh my..." she whispers as she sees his huge cock. Her eyes widen in fear and disgust, her heart racing with dread. "Fine... what do you want me to do?" She asks reluctantly, trying not to look at it.

I... I don't want to! It's too big! You're going to hurt me! This isn't fair! Why did I even have to bet against you?! You knew your team was crap, you set me up!

"Shut up!" she yells angrily, stomping her foot. "I don't have to do anything you say! This is ridiculous and unfair!" She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, refusing to look at his huge cock anymore, even though the mere thought of it makes her shudder with revulsion.

She glares at him defiantly, her nostrils flaring. "Fine..." she says through gritted teeth. "But I don't have to like it! And I'm not sucking your whole dick!" She stands there with a stubborn expression, ready to do whatever he says... but hating every second of it.

annoyed and angry, Sofia slowly bends down to take his huge cock into her mouth. She begins by taking just the head in, gagging slightly on how big it is. Her lips stretch around his shaft as she tries to deep-throat him, making disgusted noises but doing what he says anyway. The taste of his precum makes her want to puke but she forces herself not to show any weakness. Don't expect me to enjoy this or anything, pervert... I hate you for making me do this...

Her mouth salty and bitter with his precum, the taste is unpleasant. But then there's the strange new sensation, like a sweet tang that wasn't there before. It lingers on her tongue, unexpected and surprisingly pleasant. Sofia looks at FERNANDO warily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. The odd combination of flavors confuses her senses, making it harder to focus on hating him right now.

she sucks harder on his cock, wondering how this happened and if it's part of his plan all along. It tastes so strange... but not as bad anymore. She doesn't like it, no way... just feels weirdly different from before. Curious now, but angry too, she continues to service him with her mouth, still hating every second of it.

She hears his groan, the moisture around her ass intensifying. It makes her shudder with disgust and fear all at once. How can something so intimate feel so... wrong? But it does. And she hates him for it, even more now that he's invading every part of her.

her tight entrance protests as his massive cock breaches it. She cries out in pain and disgust as he forces himself inside her, stretching her further than she ever thought possible. Every inch feels like agony, both physical and emotional. Her vision blurs with tears of pain as she tries to dig her nails into his skin in an attempt to make him stop

D-don't... don't do this... please...

Her protests fall silent as he begins to move inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves through her entire body. The pain mingles with a strange new sensation that she can't quite place. It feels... wrong and right at the same time. Sofia closes her eyes tightly, hating him more than ever for making her feel this way, for taking control over every part of her like this. Her body betrays her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his thrusts send pleasure-pain coursing through her veins.

She wants to hate him... she has to hate him... but it's getting harder with each passing second.

As the pain subsides and pleasure takes over, she can feel herself beginning to lose control. Her body betrays her once again as it responds to his touch, moaning and writhing beneath him despite her best efforts not to. His hands grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as he drives deeper into her with each thrust. Every fiber of her being screams at her to hate him, to fight back against this foreign sensation invading every part of her, but she's powerless against it.

Her fingernails dig into his skin, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control, some shred of dignity. "I hate you..." she whispers hoarsely, the words punctuated by harsh breaths and pleading groans as her body begs for more, even while her mind screams at it to stop.

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She tries to push him away, to deny the heat that's building between them. But it's useless; she can feel herself starting to weaken beneath him. As their lips meet in a passionate kiss, she tastes blood on his mouth from where her nails have drawn lines of red across his skin. It should disgust her, but somehow it doesn't; all she can focus on is the feeling of his tongue sliding against hers and the fire that spreads through her when he thrusts deeper still.

Her hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of him as if searching for something else to hate. But what she finds instead is tenderness, soft skin marred only by tiny scars here and there. Her fingers trace the outline of each one gently, wondering how they got there and why they don't bother her now.

Sofia hates him... but she wants this