he handles it very well!

Emma turned her head toward Terrence. "My third and final hope."

Terrence nodded. He couldn't believe Emma Watson was right in front of him. He couldn't believe that he stood there with his cock in his hand, his hard dick pointing straight at her. He had seen drawings, Photoshopped images, deep fake movies, all of which portrayed her in various sexual acts.

He had dreamt of her, imagined her mouth on his cock, her pussy open and exposed to him, imagined himself sliding his dick into her wet snatch, fucking her as she looked back at him longingly.

He wanted to hear her say his name, he wanted to touch her skin, to breathe her scent, to --

"What's your name?" Emma said, snapping Terrence from his dream state. He hadn't even realized that he was lost in fantasy -- the actual woman was right here, right in front of him.

"I'm Terrence."

"Terrence," she replied, her voice delicious as chocolate. "Terrence, you've witnessed two men utterly fail in their efforts to win me tonight. Will you suffer the same fate?"

"No, Ms. Watson, I will not."

She smiled at him. "I'm standing here in front of you, wearing almost nothing, asking you to make love to me, to get me pregnant. In public. On screen. For real. And you call me Ms. Watson?"

The crowd laughed. Terrence smiled. "That's right. Ms. Watson."

She nodded and circled around him. "Okay, I can deal with that. Terrence. What will you do with me first?"

Terrence continued lightly stroking his cock as he spoke. "Do you want me to describe it, or do you want me to do it?"

Emma smirked, and felt a bit of a tingle herself. Maybe this would work out okay. "Both."

Terrence put a hand on one side of her neck, and another in her hair, his fingers running through her hair, lightly touching her scalp. "I would gently caress you, taking your head in my hands. I would bring my face close to yours, almost kissing you, but instead just teasing the idea, breathing your air, inhaling your scent." He pressed his cheek to hers, and then turned his face slightly, his lips brushing hers, but not yet in a kiss.

He licked his lips, and she did the same. Their mouths were almost touching.

"I would run my fingers down your body, lightly, delicately, feeling your soft skin in my hands, feeling the pulse of your heart against me." His hands drifted down her body, touching her chest. He felt the warmth of her skin, and the slight swell at the top of her breasts. He turned her slightly so that her back was to him, his arms wrapped around her upper body. His fingers slid to the edge of her bra, and then without a word, inside the lace material.

As he touched her breasts, he felt his cock pulsate against her ass. She felt it too. Terrence put a hand into Emma's bra, and with his other hand, pulled the shoulder strap her her bra off her body, letting it dangle limply on her arm. He released the other strap as well, still firmly but tenderly massaging her breasts. His fingertips found her nipples, which he pinched and squeezed. He brought a hand behind her back and deftly unclasped the back of her bra. She moved her arms, bringing the bra forward, and then letting it fall to the floor.

The crowd had grown silent. Terrence was oblivious to the room around him, but all eyes were on this main event.

He turned Emma's body once more, and pressed on her back, urging her to lean forward. She bent at the waist, her legs straight, her ass pointed at him. He put his fingers in the band of her panties, and pulled them smoothly over her hips, down her thighs, and let go, her panties fluttering to the floor. Terrence ran his hands up the back side of Emma's legs, slowly stroking the length of her leg, savoring the taut muscles, the firm tone of her legs.

Emma made no effort to withdraw from Terrence's touch. As he ran his hands back up her legs, he lightly grazed his thumbs against her labia, gently poking at her pussy. Emma sighed, a small sound emanating from her mouth. Terrence increased his touch, the pressure of his fingers on her body. He glanced down at his dick, which was still raging hard.

No longer lost in a dream state, Terrence was fully committed to the moment. Emma's body language showed absolutely no resistance, and no reason to suggest that anything should keep Terrence from doing what everyone in the room was expecting him to do. He knew he needed to feel himself inside this woman. He pushed the head of his dick against her labia. He moved his hands back to her hips, and holding her firmly, lunged his pelvis forward, his cock sliding slowly into her pussy.

"I would hold your body against mine. I would slowly drive my cock into your wet pussy, wet, hot, waiting for me, eager for me, maybe even **** for me ..." Terrence trailed off, and held his body still, not thrusting into her.

In the pause, Emma pushed her body back against him. "Don't stop," she cooed. "I need this."

Terrence smiled, and repeated the last words of his narrative. "**** for me." He resumed thrusting against her, and Emma shared his rhythm. The two of them stood there, Emma bent forward, Terrence behind her, slowly grinding away at her, holding her hips as he slowly fucked her.

As his thrusts grew more intense, he heard her breathing shift, and then she began to make small sounds, small moans and grunts, all definitely showing a good deal of pleasure.

"I want to watch you," she said to him, turning over her shoulder to look at him. Terrence slowed his pattern, and then slid his dick out of Emma's snatch, stepping back a bit. She turned, put a hand on his cheek, and smiled. "You have sweet eyes." She slowly lowered herself to the ground, first sitting, and then laying back on the floor. She spread her legs, and delicately touched her clit. She looked at him, nodding.

Terrence knelt down, and then adjusted his body so that he was between Emma's legs. He took hold of her ankles and lifted one leg higher, resting it on his shoulder. He aimed his cock toward her welcoming pussy, and easily pressed himself forward, penetrating her, driving himself deep inside her.

"Ooohhhhhhhh ..." moaned Emma, her head rolling back.

Terrence tightened his body as he sped up. He fucked her faster, harder, and more aggressively. Each thrust felt like he reached new depths inside her. He could feel the tightness of her vagina around his cock, the smooth, warm, silky sensation of the insides of her pussy against his dick as he pumped and pumped into her.

Emma kept moaning and murmuring, her body writhing against his. She grabbed at his arms, his hair. She looked at him and said, "just keep fucking me. Don't stop."

Terrence followed the instructions perfectly. He kept fucking, driving his dick in and out of her. "You feel so incredible," he said. Then he added, "Ms. Watson." He smiled at her.

She bit her lip and shook her head playfully. "I want to feel you fucking explode inside me, Terrence. This is really happening, this is your fantasy come true. You're fucking Emma Watson, and she wants you to come inside her."

"I'm ready, Ms. Watson," Terrence said.

"Do it. Let it go, Terrence. Fuck me. Come inside me. Come in my pussy." She stared at him, focused on his eyes.

He looked back. He could feel his body tensing up, his muscles clenching. He could feel the rush of blood through his body, the inevitable spasm nearing.

"That's it, Terrence. Don't be afraid. Let me feel your climax. Let me feel your come inside me. Let me feel your body melt into mine."

Terrence took one more breath, thrust the hardest he had, deep into Emma's pussy, and held there. He arched his back, his whole body freezing in time and space. He held his breath ... and he came. He exploded inside her pussy, his cock twitching and spasming, his orgasm taking over his body. He could feel waves of semen spewing forth from his cock, filling her vagina. She felt it too. She raised her hips, holding Terrence in a better position to stay in place as he came. And he came. And he came.

It was the most satisfying, most exhilarating, and most breathtaking orgasm Terrence had ever felt. He kept looking at Emma as they both worked to catch their breath. His cock was still inside her, still hard, still practically vibrating with electricity.