In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella worked tirelessly as a nurse. She was a woman of striking beauty, with long, wavy chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, and small, perky breasts that were the perfect size for a man’s hands.
One day, a patient named Ethan was admitted to the hospital. He was a young, muscular man with a mischievous glint in his eye. Isabella was assigned to be his nurse, and from the moment they met, there was a spark between them.
Isabella would come in to check on Ethan, and they would talk and laugh. She would sit on the edge of his bed, and he would reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. The tension between them was palpable, and they both knew that they wanted each other.
One night, when the hospital was quiet and empty, Ethan made his move. He reached out and pulled Isabella down onto the bed, kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his chest and abs.
Ethan’s hands found their way to Isabella’s small breasts, cupping and squeezing them through her scrubs. She moaned softly, her nipples hardening under his touch. He pulled her scrub top up and over her head, revealing her perfect, perky breasts.
Ethan couldn’t resist any longer. He kissed his way down Isabella’s neck, licking and nibbling at her earlobes. He made his way to her nipples, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. Isabella cried out, her back arching off the bed.
Ethan continued to tease and torment Isabella’s nipples, alternating between them and using his fingers to pinch and pull. Isabella was writhing and moaning beneath him, her hips grinding against the bed.
