Finger Her

Not wanting Scarlett to scream with pleasure in so public a place, you decide to twitch tact. Slowing your fingers down, you brush them back and forth along her clit, angling a single digit towards her entrance, probing it slightly and find her clutching pussy deseperate to envelop your finger. Just a light press was enough for her soaking entrance to almost draw your finger inwards, prompting you tease her just a little by easing back and forth, all before finally sinking a single finger all the way inside of her, driving it right up to the hilt.

She let out a low groan of satisfaction, her pussy clamping down around your finger, yet doing little to impede it from rocking back and forth. Slowly, you built up a back and forth rhtyhm, tenderly driving the digit into her pussy and almost all the way back out. You could see how swollen with pleasure her clit had gotten, yet you didn't dare turn back to touch it, instead just twisting the finger back and forth, lightly finger-fucking her silky, velvety depths, all the while wishing that your cock was the thing driving into her soaking depths.

"I'm getting there... So close... But... I'm pretty sure security will be coming by soon..." Scarlett moaned softly, looking left around right down the corridors at either end of the foyer, gently rocking her hips back and forth, pushing her crotch up against your hand, fucking her cunt softly on your finger. Her pleasure-hungry eyes stared intensely at you, prompting you to stare back as she moaned a soft, distinct order, "So... Get under the desk..."

The sincerity with which she spoke was captivating, and the erotic allure of being ordered beneath the table by Scarlett Johansson was beyond delicious. Without missing a beat, you followed suit, stepping behind the desk and sinking down beneath the table, allowing Scarlett to pin her body against the desk, trapping you beneath.