[406MGOLD-052] Revenge Turns to Obsession: The Day I Met My Bully Again at a Sensual Massage Parlor

It all started with a simple delivery health call, but when I opened the door and saw her face, my blood ran cold—it was that bully from my past, Kurumi Takimoto, smirking like she owned the world. I thought I’d be the one in control, paying for a service, but she flipped the script the moment she stepped inside. Her hands were on me before I could protest, a rough handjob that made me gasp, her fingers working with a cruel precision that reminded me of old humiliations. She pushed me against the wall, her breasts pressing into my chest as she whispered taunts, her lips brushing mine in a mocking kiss that tasted like revenge. I tried to resist, but my dick was already hard, betraying me, and she knew it, laughing as she guided me to the bed, her electric massager buzzing in the background like a threat.

On the mattress, she took charge completely, forcing me into a 69 position where I could taste her while she devoured me, her mouth a wet, relentless suction that had me moaning into her pussy. She used her tits for a titty fuck, squeezing them around my shaft with a practiced ease, the soft flesh a stark contrast to her domineering tone. Every touch was a vibration of power, from the vibe she teased my balls with to the way she rode me, her back arching as she came, screaming my name like it was a curse. I was supposed to be the client, but she turned it into a free sex session where she called the shots, her body a weapon she wielded with glee, making me beg for more even as she humiliated me.

Now, I’m hooked, coming back day after day, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her solowork is a masterpiece of depravity, using toys and her own hands to make herself come while I watch, helpless and hard. The delivery health service is just a front; this is her personal playground, a position-reversal where people flock to her for that addictive body, and I’m just another addict. Kurumi doesn’t just fuck—she owns, her every move a reminder that she’s the bully who won, and my dick is forever hers, craving that next hit of her cruel, electric touch.