Interview with Emma Stone

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah...that was...amazing...” I panted as she swallowed my cum down.

I pulled her right up onto me and pushed myself up onto my knees. Without warning, I slammed my cock right up into her dripping pussy. “I'm gonna soak your dick when I cum...” Emma whispered as I fucked her as hard as I could before I fell back onto my back. She remained upright on my cock and let out several shouts of violent pleasure as she came.

Her whole body shook on top of me as she came, her pussy squirting several orgasmic juices. The energy of her orgasm was so much that I was whisked her quickly off of me and grabbed my cock, rubbing it for a couple more seconds before I shot out several more loads of warm cum. Emma did her best to catch what cum she could in her mouth and lapped up what she could of the rest.

We both lay down on our backs, panting and sighing. My cock went limp again, flopping about between my legs while various fluids continued to leak out of her soaking vagina. I eventually stood up and got dressed, telling her that I should probably leave.

“Wait,” Emma stopped me. “You never did quite get that interview. Is it OK if you come back tomorrow?” She winked at me, a sly grin spreading across her beautiful lips.

“See you then,” I replied.