I don't have to shut up anymore!

“Can you blame me?” Heather asked, pointedly ogling Harry’s firm, perfect physique. “God, I just wanna rip that shirt right off you…” He breathed out, bringing his hand up to the neckline of Harry’s undershirt as if he were going to do just that. “Or better yet, I wanna watch you rip it off, yourself.” Wetting his lips, Heather squealed as his petite frame was spun around and forced up against a nearby wall. He arched his back and pressed out into Harry’s touch, moaning loud and shamelessly as the other’s digits instantly occupied his tight, desperate little hole. “Mmmf, fuck yeah. Work me over like that. Make me wet for you, baby…”

“It sure was.” Heather agreed, a sheepish little smile on his otherwise flushed expression. He was still rock-hard in his shorts, but the importance of that paled completely to how good he’d made the Genie feel. “Have I earned myself a few extra wishes? Or do I have to run your lamp again to get more of those?” Heather chuckled breathlessly in-spite of himself, kissing the man’s neck passionately as they clinger to each other in post-orgasmic bliss.

“Go big or go home, as they say…” Heather let out between kisses. “And you’ve /definitely/ gone big…l He said, deliberately squeezing at the Genie’s hard bicep to prove his point. “I… MMF!” Heather let out, the blissful, orgasmic pressure of this stud of a man’s hard cock pummeling into her silencing anything else she thought of saying. “You are the best, God damn it!” She managed, her voice hoarse and breathless as he scrapped his nails down the glorious expanse of the man’s perfectly muscled back, writhing with pleasure as he fucked up into her. Heather moaned even louder when she felt his hot seed feeling his hole. To make the orgasm even better for the genie, Heather clenched down and made out with him fiercely, letting the man ride out the orgasm as their tongues lapped hungrily at each other in the wet heat of their mouths. It was sloppy, messy, hot and /perfect/.

“Is that to say you’ve got no interest in carrying me out?” Heather asked, pouting through her breathy moans and whines. “Guess I’ll just have to work harder to make than an attractive proposition for you.” He commented softly, leaning up to capture the genie’s lips in another kiss, this time winding his own arms around the man’s neck to elongate the exchange, his tongue dipping through the other man’s lips to lap passionately at the other wet muscle. “Mmm…” Heather moaned harshly into the kiss, practically sobbing with how hard the genie was fucking him. “Good, you’re such a good fuck, Sir!” Heather said into his ear, purposefully clenching down to drag him towards (hopefully) the first of many releases that night. “Come in my tight little kissy, Sir! Fucking breed me, please!”

“Are you telling me there’s more where all this came from?” Heather asked, running his worshipful hands down the man’a arms, thrilling at the way they bulged from holding Heather practically off the ground. “I…I can handle it, but /fuck/ you’re really determined to have me crawling out of here tonight, are t you?” Heather sucked a hockey into the man’a chest, noting the Genie’s visceral reaction to the kisses he was showering him with. “Might need to use my last wish to ask that you take my tight little ass home for a few more rounds…l Heather suggested, clearly on cloud nine from how good Genie was fucking him. “Fuck, you’re sexy…” Heather whispered against the man’s lips, daring the other to kiss him as hard as he was fucking him.

“Mmm, I think you like it, Sir.” Heather said against the man’a neck, whining through those hard thrusts, holding his petite frame to the Genie’s large one. Heather blushed slightly at the use of a tittle. That wasn’t really in character, but he couldn’t help it; especially with a man as obviously Dominant as this one. “Fuck yeah, use me like your little toy, Sir!” Heather moaned, sucking more kisses down the man’a chest, moaning with abandon as he did so.

Harry let out a moan as he imagined those glossy lips wrapped around his stiff dick. There was something that felt so powerful about having a slut wet his fingers for their hole, and Heather was definitely no exception. “That’s up to you,” he said with a shrug. “It’s all you’re getting, so I hope you did a good job.” He slid his dry hand down the other’s back and pinched a cheek before pulling him even closer slipping one of his slick fingers inside. “How’d you do, do you think?”

Heather’s eyes widened at the threat and immediately leaned in to wet Harry’s fingers a bit more. Looking up at him through white, faux-innocent eyes, he a salivated and mined around them, finally popping off when he thought it’d be enough. “Mmm, okay…use me.” Heather begged, his voice hitching slightly as he spoke, melting into Harry’s strong body as the other’s finger dipped and entered his tight pucker. Heather yelped, clinging to Harry’s broad shoulders, his own petite frame arching into the much bigger one. “I did…enough.” Heather managed weakly, trying desperately to relax and adjust. “Okay…use that hole, big man. P-Please.” Heather pleaded as one delicate hand wandered up and under Harry’s shirt to reverently grope at those abs.

Heather whined quietly, a little nervous that he’d played into the mean girl character a little too much. The last thing he wanted for this stud of a man to lose interest in him. “Sorry! I…I didn’t mean it like that.” He attempted feebly before melting in against the Genie’s hard body as those fingers expertly worked him over. “God, that feels good…” Heather moaned into the Genie’s neck, sucking some hot-open mouthed kisses against the taut skin bared to him. Heather squealed as his shorts were manhandled off and his petite frame was powerfully hoisted up, baring his hole for the Genie’s hard cock. “Fuck!” Heather screamed, running blunt nails down the muscled expanse of the Genie’s torso. “S-So hot! Oooh, fuck me, stud! Use me like your little toy - like the bad girl I’ve definitely been.” Heather added through a breathy moan, gripping fistfuls of his hair as she fucked himself down on that cock.

“Aww, is that your way of telling me you’re inexperienced in turning someone on? Don’t worry. You do the job well enough just standing there, and I can help you along the rest of the way.” Heather arched his back and preened up into the larger man’a touch - a hitched little moan falling from full lips when the man’a strong hand found its way under the waistband of Heather’s preppy little short shorts, running over his cheeks to toy at his hole. “Oh, fuck!” Heather exclaimed, giving the Genie’s hard pec a little squeeze as he melted against the other’s strong body. “You don’t waste time, do you?” At that, Heather rubbed his hand against the Genie’s hard bulge, obvious even under his pants. “Mmf, fuck you’re big…gonna use my tight little body with this huge cock, hmm?”