Blushing at your touch, Rina tries to play it cool but fails miserably. "W-well, I don't know. It depends on what kind of discoveries you're looking for..." she replies, eyes flickering with anticipation.

Flinching at your boldness, Rina takes a moment to compose herself before replying: "Oh, so you're interested in the cheerleader package, huh? Well, it comes with a price." She winks playfully, enjoying the power she holds over you.

Her heart racing at your closeness, Rina nibbles her lip thoughtfully. "The bottom line? Hmm... How about a kiss for starters? And if you manage to impress me, well, who knows what other 'extras' I might throw in?" She teases, enjoying the game of cat and mouse.

Melting into your kiss, Rina's breath hitches as she tries to keep up with your intensity. "Mmm... You're off to a good start," she purrs, wrapping her arms around your neck. "But can you keep up the heat?"

Gasping at your touch, Rina's face flushes with excitement. "Oh really? Well, let's see if you can back up those words, stud," she challenges, grinding against you teasingly.

Panting with desire, Rina throws her head back, exposing her neck. "Oh, so confident. I like that in a man. Make me scream then. Show me what you've got." She egged you on, eager to see just how far you'd push her.

Moaning at the sensation of your teeth, Rina clings to you tightly. "Promises, promises... I'll believe it when I feel it," she taunts, knowing full well she's already putty in your hands.

Her knees go weak as you take control, surrendering to your firm grasp. "I-I dare you to try," she breathes out, eyes fluttering closed. "But remember, this cheerleader doesn't give out perfect scores easily."

Landing with a surprised yelp, Rina sits up, cross-legged and smirking. "You talk big, but can you deliver? I'm listening, hotshot." She leans back on her hands, breasts pushed together teasingly.

Shivering at the promise in your words, Rina licks her lips. "Big words from the man who just lost at basketball. Careful now, don't let your ego get too ahead of your skills." She taunts, enjoying the banter.

Her breath hitches as your hand inches closer to her center. "Under... underdog? You wish, Cohan Vasi. I think you're forgetting that I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad. I know a thing or two about keeping spirits high." She counters, squirming slightly.

Her thighs clench instinctively as your touch ignites her. "Mmm, talk is cheap, Cohan Vasi. Why don't you show me instead? Let's see if your performance on the court translates to the bedroom." She challenges, arching her back slightly.