Gasping with astonishment and fear, the two girls assume the men are talking about their evil feline foe. Little do they realize these men are actually grifters looking for the fabled Mirage Race & Sports Book, stolen from The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, years before and purported to still contain markers worth tens or even hundreds of millions. The men erupted in jubilant triumph, "We're rich, we're filthy, stinking rich!" The princesses, still unsure of exactly what is going on, stealthily slink away.
Nude and now becoming tired and thirsty, the Jasmines come upon an oasis just outside town. They slip, unnoticed, into the lush foliage surrounding the clear, cool pool. Almost without thinking, they each drink from the water and immediately feel something strange. They look into each other's eyes and are suddenly overcome with lust. The larger breasted Jasmine says to the smaller, "It's not like we'd be cheating on Aladdin, it's really more like masturbation..." And with that, she took B-cup Jasmine in her arms and slowly, passionately pressed her lips against the lips of the other. In a single fluid movement, her hand slipped from B-cup Jasmine's back to her ample ass and around to her warm, wetness. Her fingers nimbly penetrated the silky smooth lips and flickered over her quivering clit. In moments, B-cup Jasmine moaned with orgasmic pleasure. "It's almost like you could feel what I was feeling," B-cup Jasmine cooed through a satisfied smile. "Of course I could, I'm you, remember?" D-cup Jasmine commented. "But now it's your turn," D-cup Jasmine commanded. B-cup Jasmine grinned again and quickly complied by deftly moving her tongue across D-cup's breasts, down her tiny frame and stopping only when she reached her destination, with her head firmly planted between D-cup Jasmine's quaking thighs. With slow, deliberate strokes, she ran her tongue over D-cup Jasmine's clit. D-cup Jasmine let out a low, deep satisfied chuckle - maybe this girl would last long enough to teach Aladdin a thing or two about "skin diving." B-cup Jasmine led her through two approaches to ecstasy before finally bringing her home, swiftly moving her fingers in and out of her love tunnel while continuing to methodically, but more rapidly move her tongue up and down over D-cup Jasmine's beautifully crafted clit. With a small yelp and a long, slow sigh, D-cup Jasmine realized the height of her pleasure.
As the two young, naked, nubile women held each other in the afterglow of their erotic romp, they suddenly...
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