"I do hate to lose," she said with playful smirk, not even making any small hesitation in pressing up against his chest ever-so lightly. "It's a...weakness in some cases, I guess." Her breath smelled of tequila and cigarettes.
She heaved a mock-dramatic sigh. "Looks like I lose, do with me what you wish," she pressed up against him, to whisper in his ear, "Master."
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