The words were filthy. Twisted. Wrong.
But they made Yuna's heart 'soar'.
She was 'winning'? Against this woman who clearly had more experience? This woman with the perfect cock-sucking face and body made for sex?
'She' was the one Raven wanted more?
A broken, delirious smile spread across Yuna's tear-stained face.
"'R-Really?'" she gasped, grinding her sealed, vibrator-covered pussy down harder on Hana's head. "'I'm... I'm better than her?'"
Her competitive instinct—the same one that had driven her to be top of her class, to be the perfect girlfriend, to make everyone proud—latched onto this new goal with desperate fervor.
She would 'win'. She would be the best at this too.
Even if 'this' meant becoming a depraved slut for a man who wasn't her fiancé.
Even if it meant betraying every value she'd ever held.
She would 'win'.
Raven's grin widened into something absolutely predatory.
'Perfect,' he thought, watching the last of Yuna's innocence crumble. 'Absolutely perfect.'
