Fuck her lovely face...

Emma never breaks eye contact as she sucks; even as she moves up and down your cock, tickling her chin on your pubic hair; even as she licks the tip of your cock with such apparent delight that you start to seriously believe she might be enjoying this as much as you are. She sucks and caresses and strokes, soft fingers perfectly attuned to the sensitivity of your head; and when you’re damn near about to blow, she pulls off reluctantly and kisses you on the cheek.

‘I can feel you ready to pop, sweetheart. And you’re not doing that yet. Not until we’ve had a little more time to enjoy ourselves… and besides, I bet you’d like to cum all over my face.’

That is very nearly it – you haven’t masturbated in a while, and Emma’s words are almost enough to bring you off all by themselves. You grunt, straining, and reach for her, as Emma giggles and licks her lips.

‘Wow, don’t kiss me, I taste like cock. But I’m sure we can find something else to do.

‘After all…’ She draws herself up, dress still hanging loosely around her waist, and smiles bewitchingly. ‘You haven’t even seen what’s between my legs yet.’

‘Actually…’ you venture, boldly, not quite sure what’s making you say it; maybe it’s the mingled frustration and madness caused by not being allowed to cum in Emma Watson’s extraordinarily talented mouth. ‘Maybe I have. Remember those pictures?’

‘You swine!’ Emma smacks you playfully across the chest, but she’s laughing, you can see it. ‘Please tell me you didn’t actually look up my dress.’