Je suis un chien adalusia

Despite the earlier fun, you find yourself yearning for more. The thought of debasing Emma Watson's pristine body is sending you into a near perpetual state of horniness.

You dress in the sluttiest clothes at your disposal: a short summer dress, no bra or underwear. Before leaving her downtown flat you take a quick note of the address.

The feeling of warm SoCal breeze tickling the lips of your exposed pussy is fucking titillating and you can't help but subtly massage your curves as you strutter. After a short walk you stop a bus terminal. You're not sure where you'd like to go but you're certain you'll end up where you want to be.

With a quick glance at your surroundings it's obvious all eyes are on you - after all you're now a young starlet. Out of the corner of your eye you see a slightly chubby but all together cute teenage girl approach you.

"Emma Watson?" She asks sheepishly. "Can you... um sign this..."

She searches her belongings for a pen and slips a bit trying to hand it you.

"I LOVED you in Harry Potter. It's, like, my favorite book." She says blushing.

"Aw. Thank you!" You reply, caressing her shoulder.

"Um. Can you sign... uh..."

You grab her wrist and write:

Emma Watson ~ come to [Emma's address] @ 7 ♡

Without even looking she thanks you profusely. Before you can respond the bus arrives.

You wave her away and enter the bus.

The bus isn't much different: people are staring at you in disbelief. You navigate their attentive stares and sit down across from a working class man. He flashes you a smile and you feel a a slight twinge in your groin.

As much as you love women, the thought of an unknown cock crammed into Emma's pussy is getting you incredibly wet. You can't help but absentmindedly massage your pussy through the fabric of your dress.

You look up to him staring at you in disbelief. You smile slyly and spread your legs, revealing your sopping wet pussy. You notice a few other slack-jawed passengers focusing on you but you pay them no mind.