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.
It was the end of my senior year, just a few weeks before graduation, and the school was buzzing with that end-of-year chaos. I was 18, captain of the volleyball team, with a tight athletic body I knew turned heads—especially Mr. Demir’s. He was our young history teacher, 32, tall and built like he still played sports, with dark hair, a trimmed beard, and those intense hazel eyes that always lingered on me a little too long during class. I’d been teasing him all year: short skirts on dress-down days, bending over his desk to ask questions, “accidentally” brushing against him in the crowded hallways.
I'm a furious woman, always craving rough anal sex, and I need it now. My pussy is dripping wet, throbbing with anticipation, and I can feel my cunt aching for a big cock to pound me hard. I'm lying on my back, my legs spread wide, and my hands are grasping the bed sheets, ready to take on the toughest fuck of my life.