The fuck do you think?

You groan, hand already wrapped around your cock through your jeans. Emma Stone is standing to one side, looking impressed. But Emma Watson only has eyes for you.

‘Dirty boy,’ she breathes, reaching out a hand and easily replacing your fist with her own. ‘Jerking your cock to two girls at once. That’s not what this was about. I didn’t take my clothes off just so you could stare at those photos and cum all over the page.’

Emma Stone can’t restrain herself at that. ‘Maybe not entirely,’ she calls out, ‘but don’t tell you didn’t fucking get off on the idea.’

Emma Watson sends her a filthy look. ‘I barely even considered it,’ she says haughtily. ‘I’d rather not think about all those boys cumming to pictures of my tits…’

Your cock jerks suddenly, and Emma looks down. ‘Oh, you like that, do you? You’re actually enjoying the thought of millions of men staring at your girlfriend’s naked body?’ She blinks innocently. ‘You like thinking about other people jerking off to me? Is that it?’

Your other hand catches her with surprising strength.

‘No,’ you say through your teeth, ‘not exactly. I just get off on knowing how much of a fucking fantasy you are, Emma. How many guys would kill to be in my shoes right now. How many guys lie awake every night picturing you naked. But since we’re on the subject… yeah, maybe I do fucking enjoy the thought of showing you off to millions of people, Em. Parading your tits and your face and your perfect little cunt around in public. Letting everyone see exactly what it is that they can’t have.’

Emma’s breath catches in her throat.

‘Is that so?’ she whispers. ‘Well. Maybe we’ll have to leak a few more pictures, then.’

You stare at her, unable to believe she just said that. Then Emma gives you a devilish smile.

‘Forgotten about that other girl yet? Good. You’re mine, remember.’

‘Oh, she’s good.’ Emma Stone approaches you, looking impressed. ‘Oh, she’s fucking good, this one. You surprise me, Em.’ She’s discarded her robe completely, now, and it’s impossible to keep your eyes from roaming down over the swells of her breasts, her cute little navel, the fine blonde hairs utterly failing to cover up her sweet pink slit… so you don’t even bother. ‘Yeah, that’s it. Take a good fucking look at me. You know you want this just as much as your slutty little girlfriend over there.’

‘Maybe not just as much,’ you say through dry lips. ‘But a lot, yeah.’

‘Bullshit.’ Emma Stone snorts loudly. ‘But, hey, whatever. I’ll just have to fucking convince you, then, won’t I?’

Then she’s elbowing your girlfriend aside, and her arms are around your neck, and you can’t believe this is actually happening until Emma Watson drops to her knees with an offended sound and yanks your jeans down around your ankles.