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"Madame, I've lost," whimpers the bride-to-be, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Very well," replies Madame, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "You know the penalty." They position themselves, their thighs clenching as they begin the intense scissoring. Their wet cores grind against each other, their moans echoing in the room. Madame's hands grip the bride's ass, pulling her closer, harder, as they fight for dominance, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.