Jennifer's pierced nipples

It's some combination of her age and her fame and her beauty, that shocks and delights you when you suddenly notice the studs piercing both of Jennifer Connelly's nipples.

You shouldn't be surprised. Jennifer is one of the most famous bad girls in all of Hollywood. Sure now she's married with kids, and an Oscar, an establishment star perhaps. But you can't take the bad out of the girl.

Maybe she got her nipples pierced to remind herself of that. Or maybe it's for a part. Or maybe Emma or one of the no-doubt dozens of other actresses who've laid their tongues on her nipples told her that they like the sensation of tasting cold metal. There's a story behind those piercings, no doubt.

But the story in front of them is that you just can't take it any more. Seeing Jennifer's inherent sluttiness laid bare before you, as Emma laps at her cunt, is finally too much to stand.

You unbutton and unzip your pants and start to tug them down. And almost instantly your cock pours out of them.

Jennifer watches you intently. And while Emma may be in a phase where she finds guys boring, Jennifer clearly isn't. She gives you a look of wanton desire unlike anything you've ever seen before.

You think of what Emma said of her earlier. "She has no control over it."

Then Jennifer does something unthinkable. She steps away from Emma, leaving the petite actress in heat to fall into the parking lot mud, and walks toward the door.

What happens next is practically instinct. Jennifer pushes her way into the store. Up next to you she's tall and statuesque, with an amazing neck and pair of shoulders. She doesn't speak. She just looks into you with piercing eyes. Then she looks down at your cock. Then she turns to face the big window, hands on it, back arching, presenting herself to you.

You take a deep breath, grab ahold of your throbbing member, press it up to her trim black pussy and push it in.

You hear her whisper "fuck." It's the first word you've heard from her. And you begin to thrust.

Emma turns to watch, her eyes some mix of heartbroken and turned on. And it's not that her sorrow is a turn on for you. But the knowledge that you're now fully in control, and if Emma wants to re-claim Jennifer's juicy slit, she'll need to be saying "yes, sir" soon, makes your cock throb inside the raven-haired actress.

Then, for lack of a better explanation, everyone loses their goddamned mind. Emma, staring at you, kneeling, reaches down into the filthy parking lot, picks up a handful of muddy blacktop and starts to spread it all over her pale, petite body. You see her breathing become pained and erratic. Her figure jolts with wild abandon as she covers herself in filth.

Jennifer wastes no time rising to the insanity of the moment, pressing her head against the window as you thrust into her body, and licking the glass, as if she's attempting to claim Emma's filth for her own.

You hold her hips and thrust and thrust and thrust. But you know the moment can't last long. If the situation is crescendoing into peak sexual madness you have to meet it.