Bree had him, then he exploded in her mouth, and she had won. She swallowed as much as she could, it tasted so good going down her throat. Bree pulled off him and smiled. "You don't get a rematch, sore loser." Bree crawled up him, laying by his side. She wore a chesire cat grin on her lips. "So Marco, what was that about the loser has to do what the winner asks?" Bree was going to make him eat his words, finally getting the upper hand on him.