Aiden stepped closer behind me, close enough to press against my ass as he rested his hands on my hips. I missed my shot, and as I leaned forward to grab another ball, I felt it: the hard outline of his cock against me. “Keep trying,” he murmured. “It’s really cute when you try so hard. Just remember: I’ve read your posts. As much as you want to win, as much as you long for that reward - you know that what you actually deserve is punishment. Naughty girls don’t get rewards.” “Shit, Aiden...stop distracting me…”
