The nurse climbs onto the stretcher with a slow, deliberate grace. She settles down, her movements unhurried, her eyes never leaving yours. A playful smile curves her lips as she adjusts herself, her body language leaving no doubt about what she wants.
She shifts onto all fours, lowering her chest against the stretcher and resting her cheek softly on a pillow. With a slow, deliberate motion, she arches her back, tilting her hips toward you in a wordless invitation. Her fingers toy with the edge of her panties, then draw the fabric aside just enough to unveil herself, leaving no doubt about her intentions.
Her breathing deepens, a soft sound filling the quiet room, as if daring you to make the next move.
“Don’t be shy…” she whispers, her voice low and warm, almost like a secret. “This is part of the treatment. Just relax… let it happen. Start gently.”
She tilts her head, inviting, her tone both comforting and daring. “I’m all yours…”