In a cramped, dimly lit classroom after hours, a Russian coed finds herself in over her head. Her tutor, a rugged, experienced man, has other plans than just teaching algebra. He commands her to her knees, his voice laced with dominance. She hesitates, then submits, her small hands trembling as she unzips his pants. He's rock hard, and she's never seen anything like it. He guides her head, teaching her the rhythm, the pressure, the depth. She's a quick learner, her inexperience replaced by a natural hunger, her lips glistening with her eagerness to please.