Offer To Do The Same

"I reckon there's enough space beneath the reception desk for an equally enthusiastic guest," you suggest, glancing beneath the desk and seeing its spacious confines. There was a momentary smirk on Scarlett's face as she contemplated it, but she was quick to come to her senses.

"You're not... serious? If we get caught... Both of us would be in big trouble," she argued, once again, her protestations being paper thin. The kind of meek arguments that she wanted to be brushed aside so that she could easily say yes, but without appearing too eager.

"I'm not hearing you say no," you chuckle, seeing Scarlett looking around the foyer, wondering if the two of you could get away with such an indecent proposal in so public an area, a strange concern given the active sexual acts taking place around the room,

"It's just... I can get quite vocal..." Scarlett confessed, knowing that if she got carried away, she would be nothing short of screaming the pleasure of the situation.

"I don't think any of the other guests will complain," you point out, arguing that all the other guests would like be delighted if the receptionist just started writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy, squealing her lungs out as she gasped through waves of pleasure.

"Fine, fine... Just... Get under there quickly. Come on," she conceded, opening up the small nook behind the reception desk and hurriedly ushering you inside. Pushing you firmly down beneath the table, she was quick to pin her body against the desk, covering you as best as she could, all the while bringing her dripping wet pussy ever closer to your hungry lips, "You alright? Just... go slowly. If I get too loud, stop."

"Yes, ma'am," you murmured, licking your lips at the tantalising prospect ahead of you.

"Don't tempt me with talk like that," she breathed, aroused by the idea of such submissive language coming from you. It was enough to make you crack a smile as you prepared to lap wildly at her pussy.