Naughty nurses

Emanuel and Lyly keep to the night shift at the hospital. Most beds stay empty, so they slip into a vacant ward. The sheets can wait. They press close, a blonde in sheer white lace and a brunette in matching stockings. Their hands slide over fabric that barely covers skin. Breaths quicken. Fingers tug at straps. A soft laugh breaks the quiet. Then tongues meet, slow and wet. They sink onto the mattress, legs tangled, lingerie pushed aside. The blonde licks first, head moving with purpose. The brunette arches, fingers tight in golden hair. They switch without words. Each moan stays low. Every lick stays deliberate. Time slips by while they taste each other, night shift passing in the hush of an empty room.