Marcus stumbled upon the ancient lamp in his attic while clearing out old boxes from his failed marriage. A puff of smoke revealed a genie who offered three wishes with a sly grin. "Your ex-wife gets double whatever you receive," the genie warned. Marcus laughed it off and wished for fame first. Instantly, his phone buzzed with offers from Hollywood agents and viral fame. "Double that for her," the genie chuckled. Next came money—millions flooded his accounts. "She gets twice as much," the genie added. Bored with wealth, Marcus eyed the genie and wished for his cock to grow a foot longer. The genie nodded, and Marcus felt the change. "Her clitoris grows two feet," came the final note.
Hours later, his ex-wife Elena burst into his apartment, her eyes blazing with that familiar fire. She was no shrinking violet; she'd built her own empire from the doubled fortune. "You idiot, Marcus! My body's changed because of your stupid wish. This thing between my legs is massive now—two feet of throbbing clit, and it's your fault." Marcus stared, sweating already at the sight of her confident stance. "Elena, I didn't think it through. But look at us—famous, rich, and... enhanced."
She stepped closer, her voice sharp and witty. "Enhanced? Yours grew a foot, mine doubled that. Think you can handle what you created?" Their eyes locked, tension crackling like static. Marcus felt his new hard cock strain against his pants. "Maybe we should explore this together. No more games." Elena smirked, strong and unyielding. "Explore? Fine, but on my terms. Get on the bed and show me that cock."
Dialogue flowed as they undressed, her words cutting through the heat. "Remember our arguments? Now this pussy's wet and dripping just thinking about your blowjob skills—or lack thereof." Marcus panted, horny beyond reason. "Your wit's as sharp as ever, but let's see if that long clit makes you moan differently." She pushed him down, her body glistening with sweat, and straddled him. Her enormous clit, two feet of sensitive flesh, brushed his ass teasingly before aligning with his throbbing cock.
The sex exploded in explicit rhythm. Elena rode him hard, her strong thighs gripping as her massive clit rubbed against his length, both of them panting. "Fuck, your cock feels incredible against this," she gasped, not submissive but commanding the pace. Marcus thrust up, his hands on her ass, feeling her wet pussy drip onto him. She leaned in for a blowjob, taking his foot-long cock deep while her clit pulsed nearby. "Taste that cum when I make you come," she teased between sucks.
They switched positions, her on all fours as he entered her from behind, the double lengths creating intense friction. Her clit dragged along his balls, sending waves of pleasure. "Harder, Marcus—don't hold back," Elena demanded, her voice witty even in ecstasy. "Your fame and money mean nothing if you can't satisfy this." He pounded faster, both sweating and panting, her pussy clenching tight. She came first, her body shaking as cum coated them both, then he followed, filling her with hot release.
Collapsing together, they caught their breath amid the mess of sweat and fluids. Elena grinned, strong as ever. "This is just the start—imagine what more wishes could bring."
But as they lay entwined, Elena whispered one final tease that promised deeper explorations ahead.
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