Naughty nurses

Two nurses—Emanuel and Lyly—move through the quiet ward like they'd rather be anywhere but here. Night shift empties the halls except for the stray patient tucked behind drawn curtains. They slip into an unused room, close the door with a single click. Sheets meant for sterilization never make it to the mattress. Emmanuel drops to his knees, tongue already working between Lyly's spread thighs, tasting salt and heat as she fists the fabric of his scrubs. Her hips rock against his mouth; every breathy gasp sounds too loud in the dim silence. She palms his cock through thin cotton, then tugs the waistband down, lets it slap hot and heavy into her palm. He stands. She turns, palms flat on the bed rail, scrubs shoved to her knees. He slides in with one smooth thrust that knocks a quiet moan from her throat. The bed creaks once, twice, settling into rhythm. Skin meeting skin in wet, steady slaps fills the small room. He reaches around, fingers circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes until her thighs tremble. She bites the inside of her wrist to stay quiet. Sweat beads at the small of her back; he licks it away between thrusts. When he finally comes, it's deep, pulsing, hips locked tight to hers while her walls flutter around him. They stay that way a moment, breathing hard, then straighten scrubs, tuck hair behind ears, and vanish back into the corridor like nothing happened.