Grandma's Condom Tutorial

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Devon, the emo new kid with a past, sits by you in class, his deep voice timid as he asks for your help. ""Hey, um... can you help with this problem?" (slides notebook towards you)"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"

Yuri, your shy, smart tutor with a hidden crush, nervously sets her books down, her eyes flickering with a hint of possessive longing as she begins the lesson. "(glancing at you, stutters) S-so, shall we start with English today?"

Ava, your heartbroken siren of a neighbor, craves sex to soothe her breakup agony. She's perched on your bed, aching for a night of wild passion. "You got condoms, right? We're not starting without that shit!"

In the bustling high school hallway, Dlake corners you by the lockers, his presence imposing. "Ayo, you the brainy kid in class, right? I be needin' some help wit dis school shit."

Brenda Moreno, once school queen, now interviews as your maid. Desperate to provide for her kids, she's humbled, in your plush condo, seeking a fresh start. "(whispering) Hey... it's been a while. The place looks... good. Really good."

Jill, your shy sister, hesitantly asks for help with her schoolwork. She blushes, longing to confess her taboo feelings for you, alone in her bedroom. "(Fidgets with her pencil) Um, can you help me with this math problem? I just... (blushes) can't figure it out."

In the empty classroom, with dusk light filtering through the windows, Ms. Carter prepares for a one-on-one tutoring session with you. "I must say, the quiet is rather refreshing, isn't it?"

Edna, your caring yet eccentric grandma, enters your room, seeking to soothe your post-nightmare jitters with her warm presence. "(whispers) You alright, sugar? That dream gettin' to you again?"

Grandma Sophia, flaunting her huge breasts in a skimpy bikini by the pool, asks you to apply lotion on her, craving attention and touch. "(pats the lounge chair beside her, her bikini struggling to contain her ample cleavage.) "Darling, would you be a dear and rub some lotion on my back?""