The 75 Nurse Orgy - Part 4

These girls hop onto the kitchen counter between bites and peel their soaked panties to the side like they can't wait another second. One spreads herself wide with two fingers, smirking at how shiny and sticky she already is. Her buddy cranes her neck down close, tongue flicking out to swipe up the mess while still holding her sandwich in the other hand. Every few licks she pulls back, lips glossy, grinning like a cat that hit the cream. They switch off quick—heels on the tile, hips rocking forward for a better view—trading filthy little commentary about who’s wetter, who tastes sweeter. By the time they head back to their desks, the chairs are gonna need a wipe-down and neither one gives a damn.