Angela's eyes rolled back in her head as the genie fucked her, her moans now a symphony of pleasure and pain. Melvin watched, his hand moving furiously as he stroked his cock, unable to tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle before him. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so terrifyingly sensual.

With a final, earth-shattering cry, the genie pulled out of Angela, her eyes gleaming with victory. She turned to Melvin, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Your turn," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very soul.

Melvin felt his body respond, his cock aching to be inside her once more. He climbed onto the bed, his legs shaking with anticipation. He positioned himself behind Angela, her asshole still gaping from the genie's relentless assault. Without a word, he pushed inside, feeling the tightness of her body grip him like a vice.

The genie took her place in front of Angela, her glowing emerald eyes never leaving Melvin's. She reached down, her hand disappearing into the shadowy folds of her own being, and pulled out a thick, pulsing cock that seemed to be made of pure energy. She slammed it into Angela's pussy, the sound echoing through the room like thunder.

Melvin and the genie moved in unison, their bodies a blur of motion as they claimed Angela from both ends. The three of them were a tapestry of desire, their moans and gasps weaving a cacophony of pleasure that seemed...