Sweet. Sexy. And a little like soap.

If anything, Emma’s cunt tastes faintly like soap, you realise as you slip your tongue inside it. Good girl. You’ll have to remember to congratulate her on being so conscientious in the shower.

Damn… Emma Watson in the shower.

Your mind is filled with images of a naked, wet Emma Watson leaning up against the towel rail in a hotel bathroom, moaning out loud as she fingers herself with one hand; and it’s not long before the real Emma is panting and moaning as well, her hand entangled in your hair, pressing you against her cunt.

Exposed like this, Emma’s inhibitions are gone – and it’s an incredible sight. Emma Watson, famous for being a good girl, twisting and gasping and bucking her hips up against your soaking wet face.

Wet from her cunt, no less. You lick your lips and taste her again – then a wicked idea comes to you.

‘I can feel you’re ready to cum, sweetheart…’

Emma opens her eyes hazily. Lust and arousal swim intermingled there. ‘Oh, come on, just go down and finish the fucking job…’

‘Like you did for me?’ you tease, and Emma groans again. ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ll finish the job.’ In one sudden motion, you kneel up and begin to stroke your cock. ‘But if you get any wetter down there, I’m not going to be able to resist sliding my cock in… and I don’t have a condom and neither do you, unless it’s hiding somewhere in that obscenely tight dress.’

You wink at her daringly. ‘Beside, you did invite me to cum all over your pretty face.’

Emma groans with frustrated arousal. ‘Why do you have to be so right?’