He goes in

Tentatively, Aladdin enters the room. Belle sees him first, not the least bit embarrassed at her wanton display. In fact, she licks her lips in an obvious invitation for Aladdin to join her on the couch.

It's about at this time that Jasmine notices her husband entering the room. Lost in a sex-filled haze, she slips off Hercules' cock just long enough to breathe, "Go fuck her, lover, I know you want to..." She then goes back to orally pleasuring the Greek hero.

Aladdin, filled with rage, jealousy, and lust, approaches Belle. "What will Beast think of this?" he asks.

"Forget him, Aladdin," she pouts, "He's off with Lumiere double-fucking that French maid from the castle. I need your cock!" Belle begs as she lifts her hips off the couch, her fingers still diddling her shaved twat.

Aladdin gives in and drops his pants, revealing a flaccid member in need of attention. "Don't I turn you on, Aladdin?" Belle asks with a pout. As if to emphasize her point, she grabs a breast with her free hand and lifts the nipple to her mouth, her talented tongue dropping to lick around it. Al's cock twitches at the sight, bringing a wanton smile to Belle's lips. "Come on and just fuck me, big boy!" she begs, grabbing both her ankles and lifting her legs high into the air. Aladdin can't resist the target her open pussy presents, and he guides his now rock-hard member into her folds. "Yessss..." she moans.

Aladdin fucks her wildly, fueled by his passion but also his anger at seeing Jasmine on her knees in front of Hercules. "Fuck me harder, Aladdin!" begs Belle, holding her legs apart like a talented porn star. He slams into her with abandon, vibrating her clit with each thrust. Belle is thrilled to be treated like a fuck-toy, wondering why her beast of a husband never gives it to her the raw, animal way she likes.

"Take it, you bitch!" declares Aladdin as he shoots his load. He pounds and grunts with fury, grabbing Belle's ankles and leaving her hands free to grab and massage her own breasts. His thrusts continue for quite some time, pleasing the French beauty no end.

"That was nice!" The compliment breaks Al's concentration, as he turns his head to see his wife standing there, her clothes in disarray and a strand of jism dangling from her hair. Hercules is standing behind her, a sheepish grin on his face. "What should we do now?" Jasmine asks.