Wet Nurse - Part 5

The nurse peels the paper gown back until nothing’s left to hide. She climbs up, straddles the brunette’s hips, and rolls their pussies together—slick heat meeting slick heat. Their clits grind and slip, each pass sending another wet smack into the air. She reaches for the glass dildo waiting on the tray, presses the rounded head to the brunette’s folds, and slides it in with one slow, steady push. The walls hug it, pulsing. One finger works tight circles right above, nudging the clit with every thrust. When the brunette pulls her hand in, she doesn’t hesitate; two fingers sink knuckle-deep inside the nurse, curling hard, dragging another rush of wetness over her palm. Their hips rock in time—down onto the toy, down onto the fingers—fast, messy, no rhythm left, only need. Their mouths meet, open and hot, swallowing every moan while the squelch of fingers and silicone fills the narrow room.