"Left hand green!" the spinner called out.

You reached for the spot, but in doing so, you lost what little stability you had left. Your body wobbled dangerously, and before you knew it—your crotch pressed firmly against Mina’s thick, soft rear.

Mina froze.

A tense silence filled the air as you struggled to hold yourself up, your arms shaking, your face burning. The heat radiating from her body, the snug, perfect fit—it was almost too much.

Then, slowly, she turned her head, glancing at you over her shoulder with those dangerous golden-black eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Well, well~," she purred, shifting her hips ever so slightly, making things even harder for you—literally and figuratively. "Having trouble back there?"

You gulped. "I-I can explain—"

"Oh, no no~." She grinned, her tone teasing, but her gaze was deadly. "You better hold that position, mister. Fumble now, and you lose~."

With a playful wiggle of her hips against you, she giggled. "Buuut, I wouldn’t mind a little penalty round if you do~."

At this point, winning or losing didn’t even matter. You were doomed either way.