Fuck Emma Watson’s throat!

You grip Emma Watson’s skull tightly, and **** her further, deeper, onto your cock. For a moment, you think she might bring her hands up to push you away, but they just rest lightly on your legs – just in case, you realise, in case she needs air. Reassured that she’s still getting off on this, you fuck her with far less restraint.

There’s no question that you’re in Emma’s throat now. Every strained breath, every gasp and pant and gag is magnified tenfold as it vibrates through your shaft, and you gaze down at her in disbelief, almost worried she’ll pass out. But as soon as you slow down, Emma makes a sound of clear unhappiness and forces herself down further onto your cock, sucking noisily. Her eyes flash sideways for a moment, and you can almost hear her silently taunting Emma Stone.

Well, if you really want to show off…

Emma’s almost got all your cock inside her throat now, and she keeps making frustrated little movements forward. She’s trying to bump her nose on your crotch, you realise – like it’s a finishing line or something, and it’s so unexpectedly adorable that you almost cum there and then, right down her throat, into her stomach.

But you’re not passing up the chance to fuck Emma Watson and Emma Stone together in the same night.

With a final, animalistic grunt, you grip Emma’s hair and **** her that final inch down, bumping her nose victoriously against your pelvis. Saliva leaks out of her mouth and she gags one last time around your shaft, but she’s done it – taken you all the way, face squished up against your crotch.

Emma gags again around your shaft, spit smeared across her face, and it’s a strange sound coming from her lips; guttural and uncontrolled and at odds with everything she displays to the world. But maybe that’s why you like it so much.

Evidently satisfied, Emma taps your thighs softly and starts to lift herself off, sliding your cock out of her throat with a wet, shuddering sound. Long strings of spit and pre-cum stretch in glistening arcs between her lips and the tip of your cock, but she doesn’t seem to notice, taking in great gulps of oxygen and shivering slightly.

‘Fuck,’ she whispers, when she’s got enough of her breath back to speak. ‘I do love doing that, it feels so dirty, but… it’s intense. Did you like it?’ She fixes you with a familiar, almost-anxious look. ‘It definitely felt like you did, but I was mainly focused on getting to the end without expiring…’

You open your mouth to speak, but Emma Stone beats you to it. ‘Are you kidding?’ she demands loudly. ‘Did he enjoy deep-throating Emma fucking Watson? I’ll say he enjoyed it. And if he didn’t, sign me up, it’d be worth having surgery just to experience that.’ She stares enviously down at your red, swollen penis, still dripping with Emma’s spit. ‘Christ, Emma. I had no idea you were that kind of girl. No offense.’

Emma coughs, eyes narrowing. ‘Before I say none taken, I’d like to know exactly what kind of girl you mean.’

Emma Stone just laughs. ‘A girl like me, dumbass. A kinky little slut.’ She winks impishly. ‘But only for our favorite guys, am I right?’

Emma Watson rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. ‘I am not a slut,’ she complains, wiping pre-cum off her face with one delicate finger. ‘I’m a woman who likes sex. There is a difference.’

‘Really?’ Emma Stone cocks her head. ‘I thought you’d be all like, take back the night and stuff. Slut’s not a dirty word, let’s reclaim it, who fancies a midnight walk through Manhattan? No?’

Emma Watson exhales heavily. ‘We are not having this conversation right now.’

‘Ah,’ you interject, ‘sorry, ladies. It’s just…’

Both Emmas’ eyes widen as they stare at your cock.

‘I think… that might just be the hardest I’ve ever seen it,’ Emma Watson says dubiously, unable to take her eyes off it. ‘And I remember how hard it got for Hermione, so… I speak with some authority.’

‘You dressed up as Hermione for him?’ Emma Stone looks like she doesn’t know whether to high-five Emma or cackle with laughter. ‘Jesus, I should seriously date more actresses. That sounds hot, Em. And, also, not something I’d ever imagined you doing.’

‘Yes, well…’ Emma Watson leans closer. ‘That’ll teach you to make assumptions. James?’

You’re almost past words at this point. ‘What?’ you groan, eyes half-closed.

Emma Watson fixes you with her sweetest, most innocent look.

‘Who would you like to fuck first, darling? Emma Stone? Or me?’