Emma Stone’s not having this!

‘Oh, no way –’ With a clear effort, Emma Stone yanks herself away, just about managing to escape those talented fingers. ‘No… fucking… way. You don’t get to make me cum first. That’s not how this works.’

‘I don’t remember anyone putting you in charge of how this works,’ Emma Watson retorts, looking smug. ‘By the sound of things, you’ve been having less sex than either of us. I’d hardly trust you with a delicate situation like this.’

‘Fucking British,’ Emma Stone growls incoherently. Her eyes are glazed over with lust and she seems completely unconcerned about being naked in front of you; her small boobs tremble as she breathes in and out. ‘Just give me – give me a second…’

‘Oh, I’m sure we can think of some way to occupy ourselves. That is, while you get your breath back.’ Emma Watson turns to you with light dancing in her eyes. ‘James?’

You’re already moving.

Emma gasps as you ram your cock down her throat, but she doesn’t sound unhappy about it, going down on you with such obvious enthusiasm that you wonder whether she’s forgotten you have an audience. Emma Stone is still breathing heavily, gazing over at your girlfriend’s mouth on your cock with undisguised jealousy.

Then Emma Watson does something else you can’t believe.

With a deft, determined motion, she takes hold of both your hands and presses them around the back of her head. You’re cupping her warm, bobbing skull in your palms as she sucks you, and the message is clear. Emma wants you to fuck her face.

Hard.

In front of another girl.

‘Oh, come on,’ Emma Stone whispers, staring at the point where your cock disappears into Emma’s lips. ‘That’s just not fair…’

With a growl, you yank Emma Watson forwards onto your cock, tip sliding with unexpected ease inside her throat. Emma gags, naturally, but doesn’t stop sucking, looking up at you with those bewitchingly soft brown eyes. Somehow, even with her lips stretched around your cock, she manages to smile.

And you remember her promise, back in her princess dress, to throat-fuck you properly the very next time you did this.

‘Think you can take my cock, do you?’ you breathe, hand fisted in her hair, loving how warm and tight her mouth is around your shaft. Emma is more than halfway down already, and you can tell she’s determined to go further. ‘Think you can go all the way?’

Emma moans something unintelligible around your cock, then nods vigorously, shaft bumping against the roof of her mouth. ‘Uh-huh,’ she manages in muffled tones, which is unsurprising considering the tip of your cock is far enough down her throat to feel the vibrations of her vocal cords. The next words are unclear, but sound suspiciously like, fuck my face.