Greedy Creampies: Help From The School Nurse

Jay Romero walks in to see Jamie Michelle, the school nurse, cock still standing at full mast. She listens without flinching when he admits the problem. "Maybe just backed-up," she says, casual as if she checks semen levels every hour. Has he tried fixing it himself? He lists the whole sorry campaign: furious jerk-off sessions, pornos blaring, his poor pillow dragged across the mattress night after night. She swallows a little too hard each time, but he keeps talking, missing the flicker in her eyes. Girlfriend, she asks. Nope, virgin, single, zero luck. That news lights a match behind her polite smile. She hides it quickly and tells him she can help, after all she's licensed, trained, whatever. Desperate, he nods. Lube pops open. Her hand grips him with professional assurance, strokes steady and slick. He groans, then sighs—she’s doing everything right yet his body won’t cooperate. Off comes her top; she lets him stare at the bra while her wrist keeps working. Nothing. The bra follows. Still nothing. She leans in, tongue in his mouth, guiding his lips to her nipple while her fingers never slow. Cool, calm, professional right up to the wet pop of the bra clasp. Still, no finish line. Mouth it is. Jamie drops to her knees, lips warm and soft around him, tongue moving like she’s mapping him by heart. He feels every slide, swears he’s right on the edge, but the knot inside him refuses to give. She wipes her chin, eyes bright, tells him he’s close, they just need a deeper game plan. Bed’s already made up; she pushes him down, straddles, sinks onto him with one long, wet motion. They shift—her riding flat cowgirl, then knees to chest, then her back on the cool sheet while he drives until his voice cracks and he finally floods her, pumping every drop deep, filling her completely.