Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson. UN peace ambassador, feminist icon and, of course, world-famous actress. After watching her perform so flawlessly in her...younger acting days in the "Harry Potter"-movie franchise, you fell in love with her. Sure, you've had your fair share of conquests in the world of romance and sexual fun.Nevertheless, you always know none of the guys you did it with could match the figure of Emma in your fantasies. And since you crushed on her as she played the role of cute. What was worse was that it wasn’t a constant thing - just an occasional full body shiver that immediately told Joshua that her core body temperature was getting far too low.“Claire, turn off the shower.” Joshua said quickly, his voice over-loud. She was his daughter and he had to look after her. This resolution gave him enough mental strength to resist the obscene temptation before him - even after factoring in all the alcohol he’d had.Claire did as she was told - turning slowly on the spot in. Because of all the excitement her inner lips had swollen and had opened up like a flower, like a floral entrance to her pink hole. And what she had been longing for, deep in her heart, finally happened. The garden hand finally took over control and decided what was going to happen next. He would fuck her, just the way he wanted to, and that way was, “I will give this rich slut just what she needs!” And it excited her, to be used as a sex object, to be handled and used. Without hesitation his. Then let's move on. The tour is almost over, just one more exhibit." Tripp (or Amanda) rolled me down the isle slowly. I studied each girl as we passed by. Most of their tits were elongated by gravity and the weight of the attachments, although one girl was almost flat-chested. Still, the plastic cylinders remained sealed tightly to what little tits she had and milk streamed from her puffy nipples. A few took notice of the naked man strapped to a table rolling past their eyes. None of them.