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Omg, besties, buckle up because this story is extra AF and ikykyk if you’re into some wild, toxic revenge energy. So back in high school, Bailey was that girl—total mean girl, bullied me relentlessly, made my life hell. Fast forward to now, and guess who’s tied to my bed, squirming in her stupid little crop top? Bet she didn’t see this glow-up coming.

I had her wrists cuffed to the headboard, legs spread, and oh my god, the look on her face when I pulled out my gym bag full of sweaty, unwashed clothes? Iconic. Her nose wrinkled like, “Ew, Rebecca, what the hell?” But bestie, she earned this. I pressed my used yoga pants right against her face, rubbing my stale, musky pussy scent all over her lips. “Remember how you loved to humiliate me?” I purred. “Now breathe.”

And then—yes—I climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest, ass hovering right above her mouth. “Open wide, Bailey,” I teased, feeling her shaky exhale against my skin. The second she hesitated, I let it rip—a long, wet fart right into her stupid pretty face. She gagged, hard, and I lost it, laughing like the unhinged queen I am. “Tastes like karma, bitch.”

It got so much worse for her—imagine me grinding my unshowered pussy on her nose, forcing her to inhale days of built-up sweat while I teased her with just enough pressure to make her whimper. The way her eyes watered? Chef’s kiss. By the end, she was begging—begging—for me to stop, but we both knew she loved every second of her punishment. And honestly? So did I. Revenge never smelled so good.