The dimly lit Montreal apartment echoes with the soft murmur of French phrases, but the tension is palpable. The young Quebecoise tutor, her skin flushed and breath ragged, can't help but respond to her student's advances. She guides his hands to her full, round breasts, gasping as he fondles them. His hard cock presses against her thigh, and she grinds against it, her wetness soaking through her panties. As they tumble onto the bed, she whispers in his ear, "Today, we learn... the language of love."