Nova Peak Savage Daughter

Riley expected to hip-check Masque into oblivion. Instead, she delivered rebuke that frankly he should have expected considering her MO was 'always to go for the squishy-bits'.

Fuck. With his posterior being squeezed a la auntie-style pinching, Riley made a noise between a squeal and a grunt that robbed him of any man-clout. He sprung forward, gaining just enough distance between them before clumsily spinning around, this time with his chest low to the ground, booty raised, and eyes resting challengingly on Masquerade.