I’d been in the private hospital for two days after a minor surgery, bored out of my mind and stuck in a single room. The painkillers made me sleepy, but they also made me constantly horny, my yarak half-hard under the thin hospital gown every time someone walked in. On the third night, around 11 p.m., the door opened quietly and Nurse Elif slipped in to check my vitals. She was 29, long black hair tied in a ponytail, full lips, and curves that her tight white uniform couldn’t hide—big tits straining against the buttons, round ass swaying as she moved.