A hot blush floods Emma’s cheeks when Jason returns her passionate kiss with one of his own. His hands wrapping around her backside before she feels his fingers unclasping her bra. This was really happening. Jason was about to see her large, natural breasts for the very first time. She was about to fully expose the upper half of her body to someone other than her husband. Her nipples harden like coal under intense pressure as the man then says he wants to do this right; taking her by the hand and guiding her towards his master bedroom of the hotel suite. Taken aback briefly by the grandeur of the place, Emma’s quickly returned to their reality when Jason presses her against the edge of the bed and kneels down between her legs. Her toes curl in excitement as her breath gets caught in her throat. Her panties are tugged down around her thighs and dropped to her ankles before she could even think about backing out. If all of that wasn’t floor-sweeping already, the young star spreads her thighs apart and begins to worship her sex with his mouth.<br/><br/>Gripping at the neatly-made bedsheet behind her and staring down at Jason in utter shock, Emma yelps and restrains her noises by biting her bottom lip. She bit so hard she thought she could have drawn blood at any given second. Her eyebrows knit together in pleasure as his tongue, Jason’s tongue, travels around areas and places that should only belong to Daniel. Leaning back against the bed and beginning to pant, Emma whimpers out a moan when Jason sucks on her swollen, sensitive clit and grips at her butt with strong fingers. Her elbows shake with the building excitement and nervousness and awkward body placement as she gasps down against her breasts. She couldn’t look away. Jason’s gorgeous, chiseled face was stuffed between<i>her</i>legs, making out with her pussy. This felt like a dream, but she was reminded that it wasn’t every time that her body shook with an animalistic lust for more. Her heart pounds violently inside of her chest, and the skin of her neck and around her collarbones begin to glow a soft pink, slowly matching the hue on her cheeks.<br/><br/>“J-Jason that feels so good,” Emma whispers down to the celebrity who was hugging her lower half and having a field day with her pussy lips and clit. It took everything within the young housewife to keep standing. She wanted to collapse onto the bed or to the floor from the amount of pleasure she was feeling. But she stood, because there was some part of her that demanded her to not move. This was how he positioned her, and this was how she was going to remain until told otherwise. A very submissive thought process, even though her joints and back were beginning to ache uncontrollably bad. “You’re... You’re going to make me..” she trails off, the embarrassment of confessing such a lewd thing cutting out the end of her sentence. She hoped to God that Jason knew what she meant, even though there was a part of her that wanted him to demand she finish that sentence. To admit what he was doing was tending to her body so amazingly that she was going to burst with the fruits of his labor. To admit that someone else (that was not Daniel) could make her feel this way. It would confirm that these things were incredibly real, and that this entire situation was definitely going to have its consequences. What Emma does with/in response to the consequences is yet to be discussed and/or discovered.<br/><br/>Without another word squeaking from her throat, the intensity of it all gets to the poor woman. She cums without warning or without permission. Resting back on her elbows as she trembles in her half-standing position; dripping, sopping wet after such a climax. Catching her breath as if it was trying to escape her, and hanging her head backwards to relax her tense neck. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders and rests on the bed below her, and all she does is breathe and tremble and whimper when Jason gives the slightest touch. Her sensitivity was turned to a max because of the realness of all of this. Committing adultery against her husband with Jason was making her feel every single thing and then amping the sensation by a hundred. Her brain constantly debating whether she loved it or despised it with a powerful loathing. Torn between the feelings of guilt and happiness (since she was finally giving into these wants of ‘more’), Emma reaches down and sinks her fingers into the luscious hair of the man on his knees. Her own feel like buckling out from underneath her when his dazzling eyes lift to meet her gaze. Her heart clenches the hardest it has ever squeezed since she was looking at Jason from an angle that she’s only imagined in her dreams.<br/><br/>“Thank you...” Emma whispers out in almost a wheeze as she caresses her fingers from his hair down to his jaw.