Close enough!

‘Close enough,’ you say, shrugging – then take a step forwards and thrust your cock into her achingly tight cunt.

Hermione gasps – really gasps – her own hands flying up to her breasts. ‘Careful,’ she exhales, ‘that’s a big fucking cock.’

‘Tight fucking pussy,’ you fire back. And it is – wet and warm and already clenching around your cock. You take a moment to admire her again – the neatly-ironed shirt shoved up over her tits, the shiny black tights bunched around her knees; her taut, smooth stomach, shining with sweat and arousal – before you fuck her again.

And again. Hermione moans, this time, a low, dirty sound, and you bend forward to catch one of her nipples in your mouth.

‘Fuck – James – oh, shit!’ She shudders underneath you. ‘Oh, fuck – for God’s sake, fuck me harder –’

Well, it’s not polite to refuse a lady.

You push her legs further apart to get a better angle – then you really fucking go to town on her. Emma squeals, tits bouncing wildly, as you drill her cunt mercilessly, fucking her so hard her arse leaves an imprint in the bedsheets.

And your brain might not have accepted it yet – that this is really Emma Watson, and she’s really dressed up as Hermione for you, and you really have your cock inside her, right now – but your dick sure as shit knows it, and the warm, velvety feeling of Emma Watson’s perfect vagina around your cock would be enough to make you cum in seconds, if you wanted to.

Not that you’re going to. No, this you’re going to enjoy.

It’s not just anyone who gets to fuck the real-life Hermione Granger.

You lose track of how many times you thrust into her – just that the little mewls and moans she makes mean you do it over and over and over again, almost blindly, fucking her till neither she nor you can see straight – until, finally, Hermione grabs you by the shoulders and hisses into your ear.

‘My turn.’

You don’t bother disagreeing as she spins you, not bothering to slide her pussy off your cock. It slips inside her in a way that’s unbelievably pleasurable, and now it’s your turn to moan as she straddles you, tits bouncing high on her chest.

‘So…’ she breathes, as she rises up and down experimentally. It feels incredible; not least because she’s perfected the art of squeezing her cunt muscles at the end of every bounce. ‘What’s your favourite part, then? The skirt?’ She winks, and Emma’s back for a moment, eyes dancing. ‘The shirt? The tie?’

‘Actually…’ you pant, barely able to string words together now she’s riding you. ‘I think it’s the hair. It just looks exactly the way I remember.’

Emma’s eyebrows raise with interest. ‘Really? Completes the illusion, does it?’ She laughs breathlessly. ‘Guess it was worth all that effort after all.’

‘Fuck, yes,’ you tell her honestly, even as she rises up and slides down your cock again. ‘Oh, fucking hell, Emma…’

‘Who’s Emma?’ You look up, and Hermione’s hands are back on her hips. ‘You’re thinking about someone else while you’re fucking me? Boys!’

You have to laugh. ‘Sorry,’ you breathe, as she fucks you harder, presumably in punishment. ‘Slip of the tongue.’

‘Well… as long as you remember who it is you’re fucking!’ Then Hermione’s eyes roll up unexpectedly. ‘Oh – oh, God, yes, that’s it, just a little more to the side –’

You shift incrementally, eager to repeat whatever it is you just did, and Hermione gasps. ‘Oh my God –’