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NSFW: yes

Natalie was an elite politician, sharp, pretty and ultra competitive.

So everyone was surprised when she lost her seat to a cocky challenger. He even called her a sore loser. **A sore loser**. She showed up late at his hotel room flustered and grasping for some sort of rematch. She blushed when he suggested a competition in the sheets instead. Rude. **She couldn’t lose again right?** In bed, He relentlessly tapped on her womb bumping her from the side, from behind – it was so rough the condom broke.

Her fire was being extinguished from the inside out by this cocky bastard. She felt it everytime he came inside her. She grinded and squeeled in defiance. He wouldn’t relent. *Say my name* – he wouldn’t stop until she said his name and she knew why. He wanted her to surrender. In the end she did.

*Being a sore loser isn’t that bad* she wondered.

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