Nurse Tutor Teaches Patient I’ll Rub You Until You Can’t Breathe

In a dimly lit study, the tutor stands beside the student, fingers dancing along the desk as the student sits rigidly, anticipation building. Without a word, the tutor reaches forward, hands gently unzipping the student’s pants. The student’s breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed as the tutor’s dexterous fingers wrap around his hardness. The tutor’s grip is firm, movements deliberate, as hands stroke up and down, faster, harder. The student’s moans fill the room, bodies remaining separated, faces averted. The tutor’s focus is intense, each movement calculated to drive the student closer to the edge. Tension coils within the student, the room charged with unspoken desire and the tantalizing promise of release.