How I Met Kazumi

I came to the hotel sauna to relax — steam, silence, and maybe a cold shower after. Kazumi was already there. Yes, THAT Kazumi. Glistening in sweat, her tight swimsuit barely holding back those famous curves. Dripping sweat, curves glowing, eyes locked on mine like she already knew what she wanted. We exchanged a few words… and then none at all. She shifted closer, her skin brushing mine, pretending it was casual. It wasn’t. Before I could blink, she was on me — hungry, wet, and in complete control. The heat skyrocketed, the silence turned to moans, and I forgot all about relaxing. This wasn’t just a sauna… It was the hottest fuck of my life.