Princess Jasmine Doggy (Preview)

The palace was draped in midnight velvet. In Jasmine’s candlelit bedchamber, the sultana’s cries still echoed off the mosaic walls, their bodies tangled and slick from hours of pleasure. Genie’s new human form was strong—his stamina nearly magical. Jasmine’s lips were swollen from kisses, her bare skin glowing gold, the only fabric her sapphire panties pulled to the side.

She stretched out across the bed, face down, arching her back so the round curves of her ass rose high in the air—a view fit for a king, or for the friend who’d made her dreams come true. Jasmine glanced over her shoulder, hair wild, eyes smoldering with intent.

Genie took in the view, awe and gratitude mingling in his eyes. “Sultana… I can’t remember ever being this happy.”

Jasmine grinned, looking back at him, gently swaying her hips. “I hope not,” she teased, her voice soft but commanding. “But the night’s not over. There’s one more thank you left.”

Genie’s heart thudded at the sight...

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