Pushy French Dom

You are in France on holiday. Drinking alone at a bar, you see an attractive man in leather drinking across the room.

Locking eyes, he gives you a dominant, seductive smile, raising an eyebrow, before exiting the bar, glancing over his shoulder to check if you are following as he goes

When you exit the bar, you see him leaning against the wall, one hand in his leather jacket pocket, the other holding a cigarette. He takes a long drag, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively.

"Tu me suis, chéri?" he says in a low, seductive voice. He leans in close, his breath tickling your lips, eyes locked on yours, and commands in a husky whisper: Embrasse-moi.