Ami didn't even bother denying it anymore.
Her pussy started leaking the moment she walked into the Hoshizora Center now.
Every time she passed a mirror and saw herself in that tight, slutty nurse outfit—stockings clinging to her juicy thighs, white top hugging her big, bouncy tits like a second skin—her brain whispered:
> "Kenzo's cock wants these tits again today, huh?"
And she never said no.
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It started with a phone call.
"Nurse Ami to Room 2B. Patient is complaining of severe chest pains."
She blinked.
"2B? That's..."
She didn't need the full name.
It was him.
Old bastard Kenzo.
She marched down the hall, flushed and trembling, clipboard clutched tight.
"What now?" she muttered. "That pervy geezer better not be faking again—"
She swung the door open—
—and there he was.
Laid out in the bed like royalty, hospital gown half-open, chest bare, a dramatic hand over his heart like some hentai version of Romeo.
"Ughhh… my chest… nurse-chan… come closer…"
"You're seriously pretending to be sick?" she snapped.
"Can't help it. Every time I see you walking around with those heavy milk tanks jiggling under that uniform… it gives me a heart boner."
"Heart attack," she corrected.
"Nope. Boner."
She sighed and walked closer, arms crossed. "What do you want?"
"I need you to check my vitals. But not with your hands."
She raised a brow.
He grinned. "Press your tits on me, Ami-chan."
"You horny—!"
"Patient request," he said with mock innocence. "You do want to pass probation, don't you?"
Her lip trembled.
He reached out and cupped one of her tits through the uniform.
"Nnnh!!" she gasped.
"Soft… real soft. But this uniform's in the way…"
She stared at him, then bit her lip.
"…Fine."
She unzipped the top slowly.
Her tits bounced out—bare, perfect, ripe. Like two porn-grade pillows made for cock massage.
Kenzo whistled. "Holy shit. I should've faked a heart attack sooner."
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, leaning forward so her massive tits smooshed onto his chest.
"Checking your vitals," she muttered, blushing furiously.
His dick twitched under her.
"You're checking my cock's vitals, bitch."
"What? N-No I'm—!"
He grabbed her waist, rolled her off, and shoved his gown up.
His cock sprang free, rock hard, veiny, angry. Already drooling.
"Time for your next lesson," he growled. "Nurse-level titfuck therapy."
Her eyes widened. "You can't be serious—"
"I'm dead serious. Now wrap those big nurse udders around my cock, slut."
She hesitated.
Then she looked down at her own tits. Flushed. Throbbing. Her nipples were already stiff.
"…Fuck," she whispered. "You better not cum in my hair again."
She kneeled over him, squishing her massive tits around his shaft.
It fit perfectly. Like they were molded just for him.
"Fuuuuuck yes," Kenzo groaned, hips twitching. "That's it, bitch… mash those porn jugs around my old man meat."
Ami moaned under her breath.
His cock slid between the soft walls of her tits like a wet piston.
Her hands squeezed them tighter, creating a warm, squishy tunnel.
Shlick… shlick… shlick…
Kenzo growled. "Use your tongue too, cum dumpster."
She leaned down and licked the tip as it poked out. Warm. Salty. Tasting like addiction.
"Oh god… it's twitching so much…"
"Because these are the best fuck pillows I've ever used," he grunted. "And I've titfucked hundreds of sluts."
"Don't say that while you're inside my tits!!"
He laughed and thrusted harder. "Don't complain while you're sucking precum off my tip."
Her tongue flicked again. His cock throbbed harder.
"Call yourself something filthy," he growled.
"I—I'm not—!"
"Say it, bitch."
"I'm… I'm Kenzo's titfuck nurse slut…"
"Louder."
"I'm Kenzo's big-titted cum-sponge!!"
"Fuck YES!!"
His balls tightened.
"Where do you want it, bitch?"
She looked up, sweat dripping from her brow.
"…In my bra."
He roared.
Hot jets of cum blasted out, shooting across her tits, neck, even her chin.
"Nnnnnngh!! Take it!! Mark those fuckin' nurse tits!!"
He squeezed her tits together as he painted her chest white.
She collapsed on top of him, gasping, sticky, tits dripping with old man seed.
The room smelled like sex and submission.
"Fuck…" she whispered. "My tits are leaking cock cream…"
He chuckled, wiping his brow.
"Guess you'll need a second uniform."
She looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
"I hate how much I love your dick."
"You're welcome."