"Oh, Genie, please, no more," Melvin gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.

Genie, the sultry genie with emerald eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, chuckled as she hovered above him, her voluptuous form glistening with the sweat of their exertions. "But Melvin," she purred, "you haven't even made your first wish yet."

Melvin's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her warm, velvety folds tighten around his engorged member. He had stumbled upon the dusty old lamp in his grandmother's attic, and in a moment of pure happenstance, she had appeared before him. She was unlike any genie he had ever seen in the cartoons, with her fiery red hair cascading down her back and her voluminous breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"W-what do you mean?" Melvin managed to ask between breaths, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax.

"Your wish," Genie said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "it's what gives me...