Intensively Sexy Unit

The two hottest nurses at Memorial slipped into room 314 and locked the door. They were done chasing doctor cock. Now they wanted each other. One peeled off the other's white uniform, letting those full tits spill out. Her nipples darkened as cool air touched them. She bit her lower lip and pushed her friend back onto the empty bed. Fingers unhooked crisp white bras and tossed them to the floor with quiet little sounds. They tasted salt on each other's necks, left small red marks that hid beneath collars. One nurse slid two fingers between spread thighs, stroking through slick heat until she heard that low, needy whimper. She found the rhythm her lover liked best—short strokes then deep and slow, thumb circling the swollen clit with steady pressure. The woman on her back gasped and opened wider, heels digging into the mattress. The soft sigh that followed sounded like relief, like finally getting what she'd wanted all shift. Their hips rocked. Their mouths met, tongues slow and wet. Sweat gathered in the hollow between collarbones. When they came, it was quiet but hard, bodies arching together on the narrow hospital bed until the pleasure broke and melted into boneless heat.