Emma Stone sucks the cum out of your girlfriend’s cunt!

Cum drips out of Emma Watson’s cunt, down onto your cock, and Emma Stone licks it up hungrily. Then, with a wink in your direction, she grips Emma Watson’s legs and thrusts them apart.

Emma squeaks, overbalancing, and topples back onto the floor. Then Emma Stone is on top of her – pinning her like a lioness, eyes dark and smouldering, chin dipping back between her legs.

‘I want a taste,’ she says, so nonchalantly you almost wonder if you heard her right. Then her lips seal tightly around Emma Watson’s smooth, shaved cunt lips, and Emma’s eyes pop open in shock as she begins to suck the rest of your cum out of her leaking vagina.

‘Fuck – fuck, fuck!’ Emma gasps, writhing helplessly, her whole body shaking. ‘Oh my God – James! Fuck!’

‘Easy,’ you say, laughing, running a hand over Emma Stone’s glossy red hair. Emma pauses long enough to give you a wink, lips already sticky and white, before diving back in and sucking noisily.

It’s a while before Emma’s had her fill of your cum – not to mention your girlfriend’s cunt, and she sits back on her heels, licking her lips with a look of enormous satisfaction. Emma Watson’s petite frame is still shuddering on the floor, and you think she probably came again from having her cunt sucked so hard; she’s passed out for the moment.

‘You know, you don’t have to do this just to impress me,’ you say, grinning. Emma Stone arches an eyebrow before spitting the rest of your cum into her hand.

‘One, I know you stole that line from Star Wars, and two, fuck you, okay, I just like the taste of cum. See?’ She licks her palm with every appearance of enjoyment. ‘It’s salty and warm and it just tastes dirtier than anything else. Plus, all you guys are slightly different. It’s interesting.’ She takes another, longer lick.

‘I think you might just be tasting Emma’s cunt, there,’ you point out. Emma Stone shrugs.

‘Probably. It’s nice, though. Want a taste?’

You make a face. ‘Uh, no.’

‘Fucking guys, I swear.’ Emma Stone snorts. ‘You expect all of us to swallow it down, and half of you’ve never even tasted your own spunk. Perverts.’

You blink, while Emma licks her hand again, cleaning the backs of her fingers. ‘Okay. Right. Sure.’

Then Emma Watson makes a feeble noise from the floor.

You lie down next to her, stroking the hair out of her eyes. It’s messy and tangled with sweat, but still as fragrant as ever. ‘What’s up, sweetheart?’