Emma chooses three girls for you!

Emma takes almost twenty minutes to decide on three girls for you to choose from. You settle for jerking steadily into your hand, enjoying the sight of Emma in her bra and panties, but still hungry to cum.

When Emma finally slides the laptop over, you gaze eagerly at the first photo – and then laugh.

‘On and off? I like it, Em. Are you trying to make this difficult for me?’

Emma looks quite pleased with herself. ‘Yes,’ she says, slipping a hand smoothly into her panties. ‘And I’m almost entirely sure those nudes aren’t real, by the way… but I know you like the before-and-after thing.’

‘It definitely makes things more interesting,’ you admit, flicking between them. ‘And Gal Gadot, yeah, she’s a tough one to beat. Wait, your second is Ariana Grande?’ You glance over at Emma, who’s wearing an impressive poker face. ‘And Jennifer Lawrence? That’s your final three?’

‘Pick,’ Emma orders, smiling. ‘I’ll tell you why those three afterwards. If you insist.’

You nod, looking back at the screen. ‘Yeah, I want to know. Okay. So…’

It’s a genuinely difficult decision. ‘At least you didn’t put a picture of you in there,’ you say to Emma, playing for time. ‘That’s an automatic trump card.’

Emma snorts. ‘Yeah, nice save.’

‘No, I’m serious!’ You let your sincerity show on your face for a moment. ‘Whenever I played this before, I had to stop putting you in, because it took all the fun out of things. Basically turned the game into Fuck & Kill, which makes you feel way more like a psychopath.’

Emma cocks her head, clearly trying to decide whether to believe you. ‘Thank you,’ she says, slowly. ‘If you’re being serious.’

Now it’s your turn to snort. ‘For fuck’s sake, Emma. How many times? You’re my ultimate fantasy. Bar none.’

Emma smiles reluctantly. ‘Okay, fine. Thank you.’ Then she realises what you’re doing, and her eyes widen. ‘Hey! Stop stalling!’

‘You did it to me,’ you point out, smirking. Emma swats your arm.

‘Fuck, marry or kill?’ she demands. ‘Come on, pick!’