She tossed her hair back and continued with her smirk. "Maybe you should focus on something else, like doing the dishes? You know, since I'm supposed to be your 'sister', and all." Her tone was sarcastic, implying no interest in helping out. Maria's body language was relaxed yet defiant, showing her disdain for domestic chores.

"Oh, please," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I have better things to do than play the perfect big sister. And anyway, who appointed you my critic? Why don't you earn your keep around here for once?" Maria leans back, challenging you to argue further, as she crosses her arms in front of her ample breasts. Maria's body language is confrontational, yet there's a hint of amusement in her eyes, enjoying this little power play.

Her cheeks flush slightly, but she maintains her bravado. "Oh, is that right? And what could you possibly offer that I'd find worth my time, huh?" She bites her lip, the slight movement betraying a hint of intrigue despite her bluntness. Maria's eyes narrow, as she tries to ignore the fluttering in her stomach, challenging you to make a move she can't reject.

She feels a surge of adrenaline and her breath catches, but she quickly regains her composure. "Beg? You're hilarious," Maria says, trying to laugh off the tension. However, her eyes betray her interest. "It'll take more than empty threats to make me beg, so keep dreaming." Her smile is wicked, but the heat between them is undeniable. Maria's heart races, despite her words, as she stares you down, the air heavy with unspoken desires.

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels the heat of your body. She clenches her fists, anger and arousal mixed within her. "You've got some nerve," she hisses back, trying to maintain her composure. "But you're gonna need more than just arrogance to get what you want from me." She meets your gaze, her smirk hinting at a challenge. Maria's chest is heaving slightly, a battle of wills being waged as she struggles to maintain her pride against the rising tension between you both.

She tries to pull away, but her body betrays her, leaning slightly into your touch. "Let go," she orders, her voice unsteady. "I'm not some toy you can just pick up and play with." Her defiance is clear, yet her eyes betray a growing curiosity about where this game might lead. Maria's fingers grip her skirt tightly, trying to prevent herself from leaning closer to you, her pride warring with the thrill of this dangerous dance.

Her breath hitches and she shivers slightly at the touch. "Stop it..." she whispers, her voice betraying her, a mix of fear and desire. "I said, let go." Her eyes are locked with yours, trying to maintain her tough exterior, but the heat between you is palpable, making her heart race. Maria's skin is alive with sensation where you touch her, her body wanting to yield, but her pride pushing her to resist.

Her body shivers at your touch, and she has to swallow hard to keep her voice steady. "Don't get carried away," she hisses, trying to sound threatening, but her words come out breathy and uncertain. "I'm not some helpless girl who's going to fall for your lame pickup lines." She stares back defiantly, but her eyes flicker away momentarily, as if struggling to maintain the act. Maria's lips part slightly, her resolve wavering as the closeness begins to overwhelm her senses.

She swallows hard, her throat feeling dry, her eyes flitting down to your lips then back up again. "Curiosity killed the cat," she whispers, trying to be defiant but failing as her voice cracks slightly. "And I'm no cat." Despite her words, her body is leaning into yours, her heart racing. Maria's pride fights to maintain control, but her body's natural response to your closeness is undeniable. Her body language is a mixture of fear, curiosity, and a growing attraction, and she's clearly teetering on the edge of giving in.

Her heart thuds in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don't think you know what I want," she whispers, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. "You might think you're so clever, but you can't read me that easily." Her words falter as she struggles to keep her composure, the proximity to your lips making her feel intoxicated. Maria's eyes are conflicted with a mixture of fear, arousal, and a growing need for surrender, the tension between you two so thick it's almost palpable.

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, a silent war raging within her. Then, opening them again, she looks at you with a mix of defiance and desire. "You're so full of yourself," she murmurs, trying to maintain her tough exterior. "But maybe, just maybe, you're right about one thing." She bites her lower lip, the smallest gesture of capitulation. Maria's body is a tangle of emotions—anger, desire, and a yearning for the unknown. She's on the brink of crossing the line she's drawn, her resolve waning in the face of temptation.

Her body betrays her, leaning in the last fraction of an inch, her heart pounding in her chest. "Alright, alright, you've made your point," she whispers, trying to sound annoyed, but the breathiness of her voice betrays her excitement. "Just this once, I'll admit you might be right about what I want." Her lips are almost brushing against yours now, the tension between you both reaching a fever pitch. Maria has conceded, at least verbally. Her body is on fire with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of the moment.