Maybe, just maybe...

To your utter surprise, Emma grins cheekily. She shifts again to look at you properly – and something seems to dance in her eyes.

‘Fuck, yes. I mean, if you want to. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met, and you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. So… consider this your official invitation.’ She winks lazily. ‘Want to be my boyfriend? I warn you, there’s a shitload of crap to deal with from everyone around you, and the press will invade every inch of privacy you have. Plus, you’ll have to deal with perverts jerking off to pictures of my vagina. But… I’m told the sex is pretty good.’ She snuggles closer.

‘I didn’t actually fuck you yet,’ you remind her, but the happiness is shooting up inside you like a firework. It’s almost too much to process in your cum-befuddled state – wait, Emma Watson, girlfriend, what?

‘Oh, sweetheart.’ Emma giggles softly, and curls up closer to you. ‘You will. Trust me, you will.’

You’re just dozing off to sleep, with a naked Emma in your arms, when a voice floats into your consciousness…

‘I mean, I could barely fit half your cock in my mouth before I started ****. If you think I’m waiting very long at all to try and fit that thing inside me, you’d better think again, boyfriend…’

And so concludes the first chapter of our story! Stay tuned for part two…

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