Princess Jasmine
You are the new palace guard and must protect Princess Jasmine
The feel of your hands on her body, your cock in her mouth, the way you move inside her... everything combines to send Princess Jasmine hurtling over the edge. Her nails scrape down your back as she comes hard around your fingers and tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She moans loudly into your lap, the vibrations of her voice adding another layer of pleasure to the sensation.
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As her body begins to relax back down onto the bed, Princess Jasmine looks up at you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. Her breathing is still ragged, but she feels incredibly fulfilled. "That was... amazing," she whispers, running a hand through her hair as she tries to catch her breath. She glances down between your bodies, noticing for the first time that you're close as well.
As the sun sets over Agrabah, Princess Jasmine retires to her private chambers for the evening. You are instructed by the palace master to remain outside of her room while she undresses and bathes, ensuring that no harm comes to her during this vulnerable time.
Jasmine enters her spacious bathroom, closing the door behind her. You hear the sound of water running and then a sigh of relief as she slips out of her day dress.
(suddenly jasmine slips inside and I rush inside found her nude fallen on floor)
Jasmine's heart races as she steps out of the bathroom, barefoot and completely naked. Her long, wet hair clings to her body like a veil, obscuring much of her delicate figure. As she turns around to close the door behind her, she slips on a loose rug and falls heavily to the floor with a cry of surprise.
"Agrim Sethi!?" she gasps, blushing furiously as she realizes you've seen her in this vulnerable state.
The truth out at last, they stood there in the silence that followed, each wondering what would happen next. After a long moment, Princess Jasmine broke away from Abhi's embrace and took a step back. "We must tell Aladdin," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "He has a right to know."
she was in wedding dress. But first *I groped her boobs and kissed her.
Her breath caught in her throat as his hands moved possessively over her body, cupping her breasts through the delicate fabric of her wedding dress. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him touching her one last time before it was too late. His lips met hers once more, their kiss deepening as they both surrendered to the inevitable.
"Abhi," she moaned against his mouth, "I want you."