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The voluptuous and vivacious Nurse Seventh, a certified nursing assistant with principles akin to those of the infamous “seventh commandment” – not that she would ever admit such a distasteful act of blasphemy – was having a splendid time during her night shift. The elderly were asleep, and the young were unaffected by their acute sniffles. Nestled within the serenity, Fourth Bed – the infamous Naughty Bed – was the only exception.

Nurse Seventh had been assigned to look after Mr. Yamada, a perpetual nonagenarian with a penchant for desiring physical intimacy. His appetite for carnal pleasures was unquenchable, and it was Nurse Seventh’s sworn duty to tame this wretched beast within him. She had to squeeze out his lustful desires for the betterment of his health, a lofty ideal that she took pride in executing with surgical precision.

Each time she entered his patient room, Nurse Seventh would scold him for his nasty desires, his promiscuous fantasies, and his base urges. But she wasn’t just an average nurse. She was a master manipulator, a seductress of the highest order. With a sultry pout and a sway of her massive bust, she would hover over him, letting her ample bosom bounce against his withered chest.

“Mr. Yamada,” she would coo, her voice dripping with honey, “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? Desiring a young and voluptuous woman like me? It’s just not desirable, is it?”

And then, like an artist applying the final strokes to their masterpiece, Nurse Seventh would sit upon Mr. Yamada’s withered face, her womanhood inches from his nose. She would grind her hefty cheeks against his face, smothering him with her divine perfume.

“You’ve been a naughty boy,” she would giggle, her voice echoing in the emptiness of the room. “You deserve to be punished. But I’m a kind nurse, aren’t I? Let’s try to extract the lustful demons from your mind, shall we?”

As the night wore on, Nurse Seventh’s benevolent crusade continued unabated. She would kneel beside Mr. Yamada’s bed, her bountiful breasts heaving with each breath, and gently fondle his face with her supple fingers. She would caress his slack mouth with her thumb, guiding him to lick and worship it as a precious deity.

“Worshipment is the path to redemption,” Nurse Seventh would whisper, her voice a seductive purr. “Lick my digits pure, and maybe I’ll grant you the release you crave.”

And so, Mr. Yamada would suckle at her thumb, his tongue entwining with her fingers in a dance of worship and submission. Nurse Seventh would moan softly, her voice echoing in the empty room, a symphony of sadistic delight.

As the night drew to a close, Nurse Seventh’s work was far from done. She had to ensure that Mr. Yamada’s lustful urges were thoroughly purged. With a wicked grin, she grabbed a rubber condom from her nursing kit and deftly rolled it over Mr. Yamada’s withered manhood. Then, with a mischievous chuckle, she positioned herself over him, her womanhood poised above his covered member.

“We’re going to play a naughty game,” Nurse Seventh purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “You can’t cum until I give you permission, understand? Let’s see if you can control yourself, you naughty little patient you.”

And so, Nurse Seventh began her ministrations, her hips undulating like a serpentine dancer. She would lower herself onto Mr. Yamada’s rigid shaft, her womanhood swallowing him whole, before lifting herself off, denying him the release he craved. The room was filled with the lewd sound of flesh against flesh, punctuated by soft moans and gasps of pleasure.

As Nurse Seventh continued her dance, she could feel Mr. Yamada’s body trembling beneath her, his withered hands grasping at her bountiful hips. She knew he was close, but she wasn’t ready to grant him mercy just yet. With a wicked grin, she increased her tempo, her hips bouncing against his in a frenzied rhythm.

“Beg for it,” Nurse Seventh purred, her voice dripping with hedonistic pleasure. “I want to hear you beg for your release. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider granting it.”

Mr. Yamada, his body shaking with pleasure, managed to croak out a desperate plea, his voice barely above a whimper. “P-Please, dear Nurse… I can’t hold it in any longer! Please, let me cum! I’ll do anything!”

Nurse Seventh’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “As you wish,” she purred, and with a final, devastating bounce of her hips, she granted Mr. Yamada the release he desperately craved.

As his withered body convulsed with pleasure, Nurse Seventh continued to grind against him, milking him for all he was worth. She could feel his member twitching inside her, his seed churning within the confines of the condom, and she couldn’t help but let out a delighted moan of her own.

Finally, as Mr. Yamada’s body went limp beneath her, Nurse Seventh lifted herself off him, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She pulled the condom off his spent member, tying it tightly before discarding it in a nearby wastebasket. She knew he would have a raging case of blue balls tomorrow, but that was all part of her master plan.

And so, as the first rays of dawn began to peak through the blinds, Nurse Seventh tidied up the room, wiping away any traces of their lewd activities. She patted Mr. Yamada’s head gently, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, before slipping out of the room, leaving him to rest and recuperate from his night of “treatment.”

As she made her way back to the nursing station, Nurse Seventh couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had successfully managed to drain Mr. Yamada’s lustful urges, ensuring that he would be well-rested and ready for another day of innocence. It was a duty she took very seriously, and one that she was more than happy to perform, over and over again, for the sake of her patients’ health and well-being.

And with that, Nurse Seventh settled into her chair, a contented smile on her face, ready to face another day of temptation, seduction, and the endless pursuit of draining the naughty desires of her patients.