Pryce-You had been wrestling for about 20 minutes, trying to prove who was stronger. He had you pinned against the floor, your wrists above your head, hips resting on yours. "Told you I'd beat you babe," He grinded his hips into yours. "Maybe I should punish you because you didn't believe me..."
Jawan-He knew that he would win, he knew it. But he loved to see the determination in your eyes as you tried to win. He decides to end the little fight and flips you both over. You didn't want to lose so you fought back in his arms, looking for an escape. "Face it, I've won. Now why don't you give the winner a kiss?"
Dylan- Dylan, being Dylan, went easy on you. He let you believe that you could beat him. You sat on top of his waist, trying to hold him down. "I told you that I could beat you." You leaned down, leaving a small gap between both of you lips. Suddenly, Dylan pushed his lips against yours and wrapped his arms around you. He flipped you over so that he was on top. "Of course you can baby." He leaned into kiss you again.
