Emma gets dirty...

Her smooth, manicured fingers slide in hard, unrelenting circles around your cock, and you growl, powerless against the mounting rush in your balls. ‘Maybe,’ Emma whispers, ‘you’d like it if I forgot my bra in public. Maybe you’d get off on seeing my tits through my dress a little more often. Maybe you’d like me to flip my skirt up and show you my pretty, shaved pussy on the red carpet, in front of all those cameras?’

You’re breathing in short, hard gasps, while Emma’s hand squeezes your cock almost as hard as her cunt.

‘Maybe you’d like to finger me in the dark?’ Emma suggests, a wicked glint in her eye. ‘Maybe you could sit beside me in a packed movie theater, and slide your hand up my dress – and push your fingers straight in, while I squirm and gasp and try desperately not to let anyone see what you’re doing to me…’

You let out a groan, unable to hold back any more. Emma’s fingers never once stop stroking, expertly sliding over your head, down your shaft and back again.

‘Maybe you’d make me cum in public – and maybe everyone would see,’ Emma breathes, hair falling around her shoulders. ‘Maybe they’d point and stare – look, look at that slut, is that Emma Watson? Look at what she’s doing! I thought she was a good girl, but look at her, getting her cunt fucked in public. Look at how slutty she looks with her skirt shoved up around her waist. Look at how he’s thumbing her clit. Look at her cumming on his hand, like a dirty, wicked little whore…’