Aladdin couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Jasmine’s choker.  His eyes kept following it as the love of his wife stroked her hand up and down his cock.

“Anything… anything for you…” he muttered under his breath as he allowed the sensations to overtake him.  

He’d do anything she asked… he understood that now.  Must keep Sultana Jasmine happy!

Ugh, that felt so good…

***

The guards leaned against walls and laid on the hard floor, catching their breath, sweat beaming off their skin, they all were missing their pants.  Mahsati sighed in frustration.   She’d worn them all out, no one had the energy to rush back in to her chubby cunt.  

Mahsati sighed, before suddenly she got a specific idea.  She began to dance again, moving her hands across her body and making liberal use of her shawl.   Sudden (as though trained by the music) all of the men’s pants, despite their “tiredness” sprung to attention.

“Oh that’s better!” Mahsati said with a giggle as she positioned herself on top of one of them and wiggled her dripping snatch on to it.  Oh she was going to be so full of cum!