"lick that wet spot"

What a strange, somewhat gross, and completely welcome suggestion. There's really no way you'd turn it down, particularly if that's what Emilia wants. And from the look on her face, she'd be more than a little disappointed if you turned her down.

Lick Emilia Clark's jean? Taste her pussy juices? Sure. You smile at her, and step out from behind the counter.

The store is still open, but it's early. There's hardly any customers at this time of day. So there's really no reason not to fall onto your knees, your eyes right in front of Emilia's crotch, wrapped in her tight jeans, covered in that dark wet spot.

And you hesitate for a moment. You're really about to do this. Emilia really wants you to as well. What a great day this is turning out to be.

You push your face forward into her crotch. You decide not just to lean in and poke at it with your tongue, but to bury your whole face in it, as if you were eating her out.

And Emilia reacts. She gasps, and then you feel her hand grab the back of your head, and hold it in place, pressed firmly against her body.

Your tongue rubs against the rough denim and you don't exactly taste a lot of pussy through the material, but you definitely get a hint of her juices. And that's really enough.

You think, now you know the taste of Emilia Clarke, famous actress, one of the most beautiful women in the world, mother of dragons, breaker of chains, eager slut, quick cummer.

"Mmmm... what are you trying to make me cum again?" She asks softly as your face pushes into her crotch. The thought had occurred to you. But you don't answer. You keep yourself pressed up against her, your jaw grinding into her. "No, seriously, are you? Because..." You feel her whole body tense and shake. She's really not kidding about how easy she is. "B....b....because I will."

You wrap an arm around her hips and grab her ass tightly with your hand.

"OH.... fuck...." Her body trembles. "You.... tease..." you can tell she's trying to be light and playful, but she can't really control her reaction. "Why are you..."

You pull your head away from her wet crotch to interrupt. "Well, you told me to do this."

"Okay...okay... well now I'm... telling you this..." Her hand claws at the back of your head, "I'm telling... you this..."