Yes, you want to see how easily she can cum

"Okay." you say, "I'll take you up on it. Let's see how easily you can cum." After all, how could you turn down that offer?

Emilia smiles. What an odd, surreal situation you find yourself in. "I bet I cum easier than any girl you've ever met." She seems more than a bit proud. "I tell you what, I'll cum without any cocks, without any dildos, and fuck it, without anything in my twat at all. What do you think about that?"

You think your cock is getting hard listening to her talk dirty, and talk about her own orgasmic tendencies. But you're not going to question whether or not she can do it. Not when you're about to find out for yourself.

She leans into the counter, props herself up on her tip-toes, so her skinny-jean clad crotch rubs against the corner of the table. She stares at you intently. "But I need you to help me out a little?" She says, that intense British accent rings in your ears.

Help the beautiful Emilia Clarke cum in front of you? Sure, you can do that. "Okay."

"I need you to tell me. If you could have me, what would you do with me?" She bites her lip.

Damn. You didn't know you were going to have dirty talk her. Not that you can't. You can and you will. You just now are feeling more pressure than you expected to turn her on. Lots of guys have probably dirty talked Emilia. Lots and lots if she's to be believed. But there's no time to hesitate. She's waiting.

"I'd take you right here." You say. "I'd take you right here in the store. I'd throw you up against that wall. I don't care if I knocked down any of the shit shelved there. I'd peel off those jeans and I'd tear off that shirt. We'd have to find you a new one to leave the store with, because I'd literally tear it to pieces to get it off you.

Emilia starts motioning her body up and down, rubbing it on the corner of the counter. "Yes" she smiles a pretty smile.

"Then I'd pull off your panties..." you continue.

"I'm not... wearing any... panties" Emilia is already breathing heavily. Her breasts are heaving right before you. Her nipples rock hard.

"Then I'd shove my cock into you..."

"My fanny or... my arse?" She interrupts again. But you don't mind.

"Your pussy" you answer. "But I'd lick my thumb and shove it into your asshole too." You're proud of that one. The thought just comes to you.

Emilia closes her eyes and sighs, still rubbing her body up against the counter.

"I'd fuck you hard. I'd slap my body against yours. I'd make you scream."

"I'm.... not a... screamer" Emilia pants

"I'd fuck you so hard you'd scream" you insist. "They'd hear you from blocks away."

"Oh... fuck.... yes..." She's right she's not a screamer. She seems close to cumming already, and her voice is getting more whispery, more breathy.

"I'd squeeze your tits so hard, it would only make you scream louder and louder and..."

"Fuuuuck!" Emilia says in a loud whisper. Her body shudders. And then she goes limp.

She wasn't kidding. She's quite the cummer.

She steps back, revealing a big wet spot on the front of her jeans. You can't help but stare at it.

"Well..." Emilia is still breathing heavily, trying to get her breath back. "I... told you... so"

"I didn't really doubt it." You say. "Is that what everyone who works on Game of Thrones gets to have?" You smile. "Lucky"

"Everyone" She smiles back. "And even some people who don't work on Game of Thrones." That sure sounds like a come on to you. But you don't respond. You wait to see if she continues. After all, she's just climaxed. She may not be ready to go again so soon. "Well?" She asks. Then again, maybe she is.

"Well what?"

"Well, you know you want to." Emilia smiles.

"Want to what?" You tease. Wherever this is going, you're happy about it.

Emilia bites her lip again. "You want to..."