It's Amanda's secret fantasy

Your hand pressed against her dripping cunt, you push a finger inside her. She stares into your eyes, her mouth opening wide. "Unnh, oh my God" she whispers. You hold your finger in place deep inside her vagina. "Should we keep going?" you ask, not wanting to push her out of her comfort zone. There's a pause as she softly grinds on your hand, before she replies, "Do you know how long I've wanted to cum in my dressing room?" Her hips start to move faster against your palm. "Make me cum, Steven. Make Amanda Seyfried cum in her own dressing room."

You pull your hand away, and she whimpers. You lead her to the comfy armchair in her room, and she sits, her legs spread wide, her perfect pussy on display. "You'll have to be really quiet, okay?" you warn as your fingers return to her soft folds, running up and down her slit before pushing back into her opening. Her hand flies up to her mouth as she stifles a soft moan. "I'll try" she says blushing. You think she might want to get caught.

You slowly finger Amanda's cunt, the walls of her vagina clenching and quivering around your invading digits. You curl your fingers and feel the spongy g-spot, and she has to cover her mouth with both hands to avoid screaming. You rub her g-spot slowly, your thumb circling around her clit. She gets into the rhythm, softly whimpering each time your thumb passes over her sensitive clitoris.

"I'm c-close" she whimpers, losing control of her legs. They start to shake, and she stifles a long moan. You press hard on her g-spot as your thumb rubs her clit faster and faster. She throws her head back, both hands covering her mouth. Her hips buck and her back arches as she cums hard on your fingers. Jets of her squirt soak her hands, the armchair, and make dripping sounds onto the hard tile floor. You keep stimulating her clit as her clenching pussy grips your fingers painfully. She cums again soon after, even more squirt spraying all over the room and on your jacket sleeves. Her eyes clenched shut, she leans forward and shakes her head no, and you stop. She pants, her body exhausted from such a powerful orgasm.

You see tears in the corners of her eyes, and she sobs quietly. "Amanda, are you okay?" you ask, standing up to comfort her.