Rub Faster

You keep your finger in place, laying a second one along side, intensifying your movements as her arousal slickens your fingers. Your digits glide over her clit effortlesslly, the once small bead now swelling with erotic satisfaction, moan quivering from her lips as she tried to clamp down on her sounds, her face growing flush with pleasure as she writhed and twitched against the side of the desk. A part of you enjoyed her squirming, relishing the visible contortions of pleasure taking over her body, seeing her nipples harden under the waves of satisfaction coursing through her body.

You quicken your fingers even more, resting your other hand flat on the desk. Scarlett leant slightly forwards, almost bending over the desk, her breasts dropping beneath their weight, lightly swaying as a result of her intense breathing and the ravishing pleasure she was experiencing. One of her hands latched onto your free hand, holding it firmly by the wrist as if for support, her lips parting to let out soft, but increasingly audible moans.

Scarlett looks at you, her face red, her eyes glassy and her lips permanently bereft with subdued sounds of bliss. You remember what she said about being discreet and not pushing her too much. You can tell continuing to focus on her clit is sure to result in her exploding in untold pleasure, a light gleam of sweat forming on her brow as she internally wrestled with whether to firmly stop you or not. Perhaps a change in pleasure would do her good? Or maybe she should just let all that pleasure out?