Must Have Been A Hell Of An Orgasm

"Must have been a hell of an orgasm," you commented wryly, your conversation growing more hushed as the two of you leant over either side of the reception desk, Scarlett's hoarse, pleasure-hungry tones intensifying your own immediate arousal.

"Orgasms," she corrected, goosebumps flaring along her arms as she rolled her eyes closed and let out a pleasured moan, her thighs tighening together, trying in vain to find a pleasurable angle by which she could just graze her gleaming pussy, "God, I shuddered for hours after that. I was lucky it wasn't a busy day. One or two patients, and the rest of the time was spent with a tongue up inside me."

"You're getting wet just thinking about it, eh? I can see that shimmer," you commented, seeing it spread, her thighs now glossy with a light, but noticable glimmer, her pussy-folds unfurling like a flower, begging to be attended to with ravenous intent. If you played your cards right, maybe you'd get to do so.

"Yeah. Too bad I can't do anything about it. No pleasuring yourself on duty. I have stand for eight hours and can't even play with my clit," she grumbled, her fingers flexing against the table, fidgeting, evidently in dire need of doing something.