Emma remembers her promise...

‘You…’ Emma mumbles something unintelligible. ‘We promised,’ she manages, finally. ‘You should probably… make her cum. Make her shut up.’ She blinks sleepily, head lolling onto her shoulder. ‘Go on. It’s all right.’

You turn, already knowing what you’re going to see. Emma Stone is smirking like she’s just discovered the secret to eternal orgasms.

She’s also magnificently, resplendently nude, apple-sized breasts resting lightly on her chest, pretty blonde cunt clashing violently with her lovely red hair, her make-up still smeared with your girlfriend’s juices. You take her in for a moment, just admiring her, enjoying this sight that precious few will ever get to see.

Then Emma’s hand wanders down to her cunt.

‘No offense,’ she breathes, fingers straying delicately over her clit, ‘but I think I’d rather just stare at you both and make myself cum. I mean, I’d rub one out on your girlfriend’s face, but she’s basically concussed at the moment and she’s a pussy virgin anyway… and I bet you’re good with your hands, but then I wouldn’t get to look at both of you while I cum. And I really, really want to do that.’

Her fingers disappear momentarily inside her cunt, and her hips twist. ‘Fuck… yeah, that’s it, just look at you,’ she mutters, almost to herself. ‘Emma Watson, fucking bare-ass naked on the floor, still leaking out her boyfriend’s cum. Fucking tastes incredible, and that cock…’ Her eyes roll up as she finger-fucks herself. ‘That fucking cock, man, I can still feel it inside me. You split me open, you bastard, I’m gonna be walking like a cowgirl for weeks. Fuck…’ She bites her lip, clearly straining against something, and you’re overcome by a sudden desire to touch her.

You slide forwards on your knees, till you’re bare inches from Emma’s madly-working fingers. ‘Can I touch you?’ you ask, frankly, a little amazed at your own daring.

Emma Stone blinks. ‘Touch what?’ she pants. ‘Oh, fuck, that’s it – show me your cock, go on –’

You kneel up, displaying yourself to her. ‘If I show you my cock,’ you say deliberately, ‘will you let me feel your pussy while you cum?’

Emma’s hips shudder. ‘Knock yourself – oh, shit – knock… yourself… out…’ she breathes, eyes unfocused.

That’s all the permission you need.

Seconds later, your hand is cupping hers, feeling the heat of her pussy radiating through her fingers, which jerk and twist and rub furiously over her clit. Emma Stone glances down at your hand, cupping her while she masturbates, and something inside her seems to unravel.

‘Fuck,’ she gasps, and her hips buck up into your shared palms. ‘Oh, fuck –’

With a twist and a shudder and a slick, wet grind against your unfamiliar fingers, Emma Stone cums into her hand and yours.

Well, they’re her fingers, technically, you think. But I can fucking feel her.

It’s a strange thing, getting to feel someone else masturbate – even more so a girl. Emma Stone clearly knows exactly how to make herself cum, and you feel like you’ve just been granted access to some extremely private knowledge.

Then Emma’s shoulders dip, and she all but collapses onto you, breathing hard. You hold her up gently, enjoying the feeling of her soft boobs pressed against your chest, and her wet, slippery cunt still cupped in the palm of your hand.

‘Easy, now,’ you tell her in an undertone, guiding her carefully and lying her down beside Emma Watson. For all her fire, she’s just as petite as your girlfriend once they’re lying next to each other.

You’re about to join them in what looks like an extremely pleasant three-way spoon when there’s a soft, hesitant knock at the door.