Emma sings for you!

‘Fuck,’ Emma whispers, as the tip of your cock sinks into her. She’s sitting down very slowly, taking deep breaths; you don’t know much about singing, but you imagine she’s probably trying to see how being cock-stuffed will affect her. ‘Oh, fuck…’

You barely resist the urge to buck your hips up into her. ‘You’re wet, sweetheart,’ you tell her instead, enjoying the way her clear, sticky juices coat the head of your cock.

Emma sticks her tongue out. ‘So are you, if it comes to that. Okay…’ She squats down carefully. ‘I think that’s halfway in…’

‘You have to actually be riding me for this to work,’ you say, smirking. ‘Halfway’s not riding me.’

Emma ignores you, still lowering herself onto your cock. ‘Okay… okay…’

When her bare, shaven cunt finally touches your groin, you hold out a hand for her to high-five. Emma leaves you hanging for a moment – then, when you pull a sad face, reluctantly palms it.

‘Okay,’ she says, somewhat breathlessly. ‘You’re in, I think. All the way. God, that feels tight! Now let me see…’

‘Do I get to pick the song?’ you interject hopefully. A worried look flits over Emma’s face.

‘Possibly! If I can sing it,’ she concedes. ‘If it’s in my range, and assuming I know all the words. What did you have in mind?’