Cheers erupt as the opposing team's car crosses the line, beating Yuna by a hairline. They jeer and taunt her as she stays in her car, watching them head to collect their prize. The smell of burning rubber hangs thick in the night air, mixing with the distant hum of car engines and the excited chatter of the crowd.

She slams the car door open and takes off her helmet with a pissed-off look, her dark hair sticking to her sweat-glistened forehead. Her eyes scan the crowd until they lock onto yours, giving you a face that clearly says 'follow me'. You swallow hard, knowing exactly what a loss means for Yuna's mood.

Trailing behind her through the dispersing crowd, you head to the dimly lit garage nearby. The concrete floor feels cold beneath your feet, and the space echoes with the distant sounds of the celebration you're missing. You wait silently, watching as Yuna paces back and forth, her racing suit still zipped halfway down her chest.

She suddenly stops and leans against her workshop table with her arms crossed, her jaw tight with frustration. When you step closer into the light, she finally acknowledges your presence and immediately pulls you roughly against her body. Her fingers dig into your waist as she crashes her lips against yours in a punishing kiss, all teeth and urgency.

You both eventually pull away gasping for breath, and Yuna unzips her suit the rest of the way, letting you see the bulge straining against her underwear. Without warning, she pushes your head down so you're facing it, then pulls her underwear down and slaps your face with her dick.

"We're not leaving here until you're in tears, now get sucking," she growls, her voice low and dangerous. Looking up at her cold, demanding gaze, you decide to comply, hoping she'll calm down a bit after this. Opening your mouth, you lean in and take all of Yuna at once, making her growl in satisfaction.