Fuck Emma Stone while you make out with Emma Watson!

Your hands are buried in Emma Watson’s soft, sweet-smelling hair. Your lips are tasting hers in a constant, delirious kiss which leaves her gasping for air even as she laughs dizzily against you. And your cock is buried in glorious, steaming wet heat, while Emma Stone gasps and bucks and thrashes ecstatically underneath you.

An image comes suddenly to mind, and you laugh shortly, teeth clinking against Emma Watson’s, because it’s just –

It’s just…

You’re kissing Emma Watson while your cock bottoms out in Emma Stone’s tight, grateful pussy, and just thinking about that makes you almost cum deep inside her.

Emma Stone moans, long and loud and guttural; her dark red hair is fanned out over the warehouse floor like something wanton, like an banned painting, and she fucks you back eagerly with spasmodic little thrusts of her hips. Emma Watson must have noticed how close you are to cumming, because she twists her head away from the kiss for a moment. Your lips meet her hair, and the scent of her leaves you breathless.

‘Wait,’ she gasps, chest heaving with the effort of speaking while she grinds herself on Emma Stone’s mouth. ‘Don’t cum. Don’t cum inside her. I can feel you wanting to, and – and –’ A moan escapes her involuntarily, and she bites down on her bottom lip hard. ‘And that’s only for me,’ she finishes determinedly, splaying a hand on your bare, sweaty chest and pushing you back a little. Your cock slides out of Emma Stone, one torturous inch at a time.

A snarl ripples out between your teeth, because you’re so fucking close you could spit. ‘Is that right?’ you growl, unable to resist fucking back into Emma Stone’s tight blonde pussy again. ‘Does the same go for you? Only you look like you’re about to fucking cum on her face –’

You don’t even get to finish the sentence.

Emma Stone’s tongue darts out – once, twice, licking your girlfriend expertly up and down her slit, before circling over her swollen little clit – and Emma Watson gazes at you in a look of blank shock.

Then her back arches, and she’s moaning in short little gasps that sound like the air’s being punched out of her – desperately grinding herself over Emma Stone’s face, eyes squeezed shut, all control spinning away, lost in the moment. Emma Stone gives it right back to her, sucking her cunt with a renewed passion and ferocity that must be unbearably intense. You think you count two orgasms before Emma Watson slows down, her hips still bucking feebly on Emma Stone’s face, but from the way she was jerking and gasping on top of her, it could have been twice as many.

‘Oh my God…’ Emma moans, lifting her knee and practically falling over to one side. Both her hands go down to protect her vagina, almost like she’s afraid Emma will roll over and start sucking her again. ‘Oh, my God… sorry, just… just hold on… just give me a second…’

You switch your gaze back to Emma Stone, cock still buried halfway inside her. ‘Should we wait?’

Emma Stone answers with an energetic thrust of her hips.

‘Wait… no, wait!’ Somehow, Emma Watson finds the strength to sit up. ‘I said,’ she repeats threateningly, ‘you only get to cum inside me. No one else.’

You hiss with frustration. ‘Emma,’ you begin, not sure what you’re going to say –