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Emma Watson: Best Friend, Best Actress

Date: 6/29/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: jojo747400, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

flooding back and I start to have a panic attack. Is she safe, does she know what I did? Oh God, if they do a **** check, it'd be my cum inside her! I'm fucked. She'll think the entire thing was me. I hesitantly call out to see if anyone is here. Emma responds back casually. My heart is completely pounding as I walk to kitchen where she was toasting some bread. “Do you want some Nutella on toast? Best way to cure a hangover... who am I k**ding, Nutella cures everything.” She said jokingly. “Umm, okay. Umm, what... happened last night?” I f***ed myself to say. “I don't really know... we were drinking and that's all I remember. We must have gotten pretty hammered.” She said trying to piece the night together. I'm completely dumbstruck. Does she actually not remember getting ****d? Did it even happen... what if it was a super vivid dream? “The only thing I do remember was that you were having a good time, and I'm pretty sure I did too.” We started eating breakfast as she started talking about convincing me to go to Brown. I kept looking in her eyes, expecting some shred of what happened to be evident, but there really wasn't. Midway, ... Emma freaked out a bit. “Fuck, I think I left my phone at the lounge. Mind if we swing by there to find it?” Emma asked. “Yeah sure, it help piece together the night, like the Hangover.” I joked. “I wouldn't mind finding a tiger... hopefully a baby tiger I can cuddle with.” Emma replied. We were driving back to the lounge. I started to accept that what happened was just a dream, I mean, it really didn't make any sense. Emma parked in the back and we both entered. There wasn't a bouncer and the lounge was completely empty. I searched the sofas and around the table but it wasn't there. “Do you want to try the other room while I check the ladies room?” Emma asked, her tone was a touch authoritative. I opened the door and the room was pitch black. I go in feeling the walls for a light switch. I find a switch just as the door shut. The light was bright, blinding me momentarily. Once my eyes adjusted, I see the room Emma was held captive in. Oh fuck! It wasn't a dream! I feel like I'm about to throw up when I look across from where I found Emma. She was never staring at a mirror, it was just a window... Emma, you're one hell of an actress.