Head nurse - part II.

Nasty Sandy sits in the exam room, legs crossed, the white coat barely covering her. When Barbara walks in she shuts the door without a word. The two women trade one look and the room changes. Sandy’s gloved hand slides up the inside of Barbara’s thigh, slow, sure. She parts the soft lips with two fingers and presses deep, the wet sound loud in the quiet space. Barbara’s breath hitches. Sandy curls her fingers, feeling every warm pulse around them, and smiles when Barbara starts to rock. A quick thrust, a twist of the wrist, and Barbara’s hips jump. Sandy leans in, tongue tracing the stiff nipple she freed from the open gown. Barbara moans, open-mouthed, pushing down harder. The exam chair creaks under the rhythm they set. Sandy keeps her strokes steady, two fingers inside, thumb stroking the swollen clit on each pass. Barbara comes with a sharp cry, clenching hard. Sandy watches her ride it out, then slips her fingers free and licks them clean, eyes locked on the blonde still trembling in the chair.