Take Out Your Cock

Keeping one hand on her clit, you continued to brush back and forth across the sensitive bulb, all the while lowering your free hand down to your own crotch. Not wanting to overwhelm Scarlett too much, you decide to an alternate approach to keep the sexual bliss moving forwards, but without drenching Scarlett in quivering, sublime pleasure. Loosening the buckle on your jeans, you inched them down just enough to expose your cock, your hand quickly jerking yourself a couple times.

It took a moment for Scarlett to notice, her eyes briefly glancing downwards, only to look away, almost dissapointedly. However, a second look piqued her interest as she saw the sizable nature of your cock, her eyes following each throbbing inch, ignoring the rather bold way in which you took it out. Teasing her clit that little bit extra, you used your free hand to grab one of her hands, guiding it over the desk and down to your cock. Expecting her to pull away, you let out a moan of your own as you managed to wrap her delicate and soft fingers around the shaft of your cock.

Slowly, but surely, she began to slowly work her hand back and forth along your length, gently jerking you off in return for the steady rubbing of her clit. Soon enough, the two of your were pleasuring one another with little care for being caught, pre-cum leaking from the head of your cock and coating the palm of her hand, quickening the pump of her cock. Because the two of you were leaning over either side of the desk, your lips were mere inches away from one another, exchanging hot and husky breaths as you continued moan and intensely lock eyes.

Scarlett was remarkably talented with her hand, managing to run her fingers from the base of your cock, all the way to the tip, nimbly twisting her wrist to add that little added pleasurable flair when she reached your head, her thumb grazing over the very tip and collecting your pre-cum for added lubrication. You had half a mind to ask her to spit on your cock, but you knew that wouldn't be possible.

"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, grinding her clit against your hands, quickening the pace of her jerking, doing everything she could to lull you into an amicable, pleasured state. 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, hastily tucking your bulging cock back into your jeans and stepping behind the desk and sinking down beneath the table, allowing Scarlett to pin her body against the desk, trapping you beneath.