Ask if you can cum on her clothes!

‘Shit, can I?’ You probably shouldn’t have sounded quite so eager, but Emma just laughs, propping herself onto one elbow to give you a better look.

‘Of course you can, stupid! It’s washable. Cum wherever you like.’ She arches her back slightly, which has the decidedly pleasing effect of making her tits stick out even further, and traces a hand caressingly over her chest. ‘On my nice clean shirt, maybe? Or on my sweater. Or maybe you’d like to cum all over my face again.’

She gives you a wicked smile. ‘If I were you, I think I’d cum on Hermione’s face, and then just… aim down a little. Cover her uniform, too. Cum on her tights. Make her look like a real slut.’

Your cock jerks, and Emma actually licks her lips. ‘That’s it, jerk that cock for me! Are you ready to cum? You want to cum on Hermione’s face? Go on!’

Your cock spurts out a hot rope of cum, and Emma ducks to catch it across her cheeks and nose. ‘Oh,’ she gasps, even as you let out a growl and pump more spurts over her neck, her shirt and her nipples, poking out underneath it. ‘That’s it! Fucking cum on me! Cum on Hermione! Make her your slut!’

You pump a few more streaks into her hair, then aim down, sending one final load splashing across her black tights. ‘Jesus…’ Emma breathes. ‘That was a lot of cum.’

‘James,’ you correct her tiredly, slumping back against the pillows. Emma just laughs.

‘You really like cumming in my hair, don’t you?’ She runs her fingers through it regretfully. ‘Now I’ve got to take another shower. And after all that work!’ She leans on her elbows, craning to see in the mirror over the desk. ‘Although, actually… make-up still looks good. Let me tell you, waterproof mascara is a girl’s best friend.’

‘I don’t doubt it…’ you mumble, the feeling of exertion washing over you in waves. Emma tilts her head to get a better look in the mirror.

‘Wow. I look thoroughly debauched. Well…’ She giggles. ‘Hermione does, anyway. Talk about a deleted scene.’

That gives you an idea – but it’s way too early to suggest it, and you’re not sure you’d ever be bold enough to ask, honestly. Emma notices that you were about to say something, though. ‘What?’