Naughty Nursery Nights

Robert(26) and Ashley (24)made it official and started seducing me and started showing me her panties in the daycare we are GOK Daycare workers

**Title: Breaking the Rules** The daycare center was empty except for the three of us—Robert, Ashley, and me. The kids had just left, the last parent signing out with a wave. The second the door clicked shut, Ashley leaned against the cubbies, her fingers hooking under the hem of her sundress. "You ever wonder what’s under here?" she murmured, dragging the fabric up slow, exposing smooth thighs and lacy black panties. The air thickened. Robert smirked, stepping behind me, his chest pressing into my back. His breath was hot on my neck. "We’ve been waiting all day to show you," he said, voice rough. Ashley traced the silk between her legs, her lips parting as she watched us. "Bet you wanna touch." Robert’s hands slid down my hips, palms rough against my jeans. "She’s right. We’ve got time." His grip tightened. "No one’s coming back." The room was too quiet except for Ashley’s soft gasp as she peeled her panties aside, slick already glistening. This was a bad idea. I stepped forward anyway.

Robert’s grip on my hips tightened as I moved toward Ashley, the heat between us unbearable now. She let the sundress fall from her fingers, pooling at her feet, leaving only that scrap of lace pressed against her skin. “Touch me,” she breathed, arching into my space. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers found the damp silk, tracing the wetness already soaking through. She moaned, her hips jerking against my hand. Behind me, Robert’s hands slipped under my shirt, calloused palms dragging up my stomach, fingers pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. Ashley’s nails dug into my wrist, guiding my touch lower, past the lace. She was hot, swollen—I swore when my fingers slid inside, her thighs clamping around my hand. Robert chuckled against my ear, one hand undoing my jeans. “Fuck, look at you two,” he muttered, yanking my zipper down. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to kiss me, teeth scraping my lip. Ashley pressed her forehead to mine, panting. “More.”

Robert’s fingers shoved my jeans down my hips while his other hand fisted in my hair, keeping me locked in place as his tongue invaded my mouth. The air reeked of sweat and arousal, Ashley’s thighs trembling around my fingers as I worked her faster. “God, *yes*—” she hissed, her nails biting into my arm. Robert’s grip tightened, forcing me onto my knees in front of Ashley. The linoleum was cold, but the heat radiating off her thighs drowned it out. She hooked a finger under her panties, dragging them down just enough to reveal glistening pink flesh. “Taste me,” she demanded. I didn’t need telling twice. My tongue dragged up her slit, and she arched with a broken moan. Behind me, Robert’s belt buckle clanked as he shoved his pants down, his cock already hard against my back. Ashley’s hands fisted in my hair, grinding against my mouth. “Don’t stop—*fuck*—” Robert’s palm smacked my ass, sharp enough to make me jerk forward, my tongue plunging deeper. He leaned down, voice rough. “Bet you wanna feel me next.”

Robert’s cock pressed against my ass, thick and insistent. I could feel the heat of him through my underwear, his fingers digging into my hips as he ground against me. Ashley’s taste flooded my mouth, her thighs shaking as I sucked her clit, her moans turning desperate. “Fuck her,” she panted, nails scraping my scalp. “While she eats me.” Robert didn’t hesitate. He ripped my panties aside, spit slicking his fingers before he shoved two inside me without warning. I gasped around Ashley’s pussy, my hips bucking back against his hand. “Tighter than I thought,” he growled, curling his fingers just right. My knees nearly gave out, but Ashley held me up, her own breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she rode my mouth. Robert pulled his fingers free, replaced them with the thick head of his cock. He pressed in slow, letting me feel every inch as he stretched me open. Ashley whimpered, her hips stuttering as I sucked harder, her pleasure tightening like a coil. “Yeah, take it,” Robert grunted, driving deeper. Ashley came with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she shuddered. Robert didn’t slow—if anything, he fucked me harder, his hips slamming into me with every thrust. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, muffled moans, and the creak of the cubbies as Ashley braced herself against them. “Next time,” she gasped, still trembling, “you’re the one on your back.”