Revenge Nuru

Seth Gamble's day is dragging him through the mud—he's swamped at work and dying for some relief. Screw it, he grabs his phone and books a massage on the spot. He strolls into the salon, and boom, there's Kenzie Taylor, his girlfriend's ride-or-die bestie, flashing him a wicked grin. 'What the fuck are you doing here?' he blurts out. She smirks, 'I work the knots out of tense guys like you.' Now he's second-guessing the whole vibe. 'Chill, it's just a rubdown,' she says, waving off his awkwardness like yesterday's news. As her hands dig in, she picks up on his tension and pries, 'What's eating you?' He spills it: relationship's on the rocks, he's straight-up miserable. She grabs his arm, pulls him to the back room. 'Time to melt that stress away.' Clothes hit the floor. They step into the steamy shower together, water cascading over their skin. Her fingers work his muscles, but she's grilling him hard—why stick with his girl? 'Is it that tight little pussy keeping you hooked?' She nods at her own rack. 'Go on, grab these tits—might as well, since your girl's been sneaking around behind your back.' Her hand wraps around his dick, intentions crystal clear, and Seth? He's not pushing her away one bit. He eases into it, letting the heat build as she pumps his cock slow and steady. 'You gonna get this bad boy rock-hard for me?' she teases, dirty words flying while she jerks him off like a pro. She drags him to the bath next, drops to her knees, and devours his dick—tongue swirling, lips sucking, savoring every damn inch. Then she spreads him out on the mat, slicks him up with oil, and glides her body over his, slippery and sinful. Before long, she sinks down, taking his cock deep inside her wet heat—finally claiming her best friend's guy, just like she craved.