Yuna's breath came in short, desperate gasps. The words should've made her angry. Should've made her fight.
Instead, her pussy 'gushed' again. Fresh fluid soaking her already-drenched panties.
Raven released Yuna and stepped toward Hana. His hand pushed the older woman forward—not gently. Hard enough that she stumbled.
Her thick body hit the sink counter with a dull 'thud'. Her massive tits squashed against the cold porcelain.
"Lean forward," Raven commanded.
Hana obeyed. Her hands braced on either side of the sink. Her back arched. Her thick ass rose, presenting itself.
In the mirror, she saw her own face. Ruined. Cum-covered. Eyes glassy and unfocused.
Behind her, Raven's hands gripped her hips. Positioned her. Raised her ass higher.
The fluorescent lights illuminated everything. Every stretch mark on her thick thighs. Every cellulite dimple on her ass. Every red mark and bruise covering her abused body.
