She opens the Sapphire bottle

As Harper approached the blue bottle, she felt a sense of anticipation building within her. With care, she removed the cork, revealing a cloud of smoke that billowed outwards, filling the room with a sweet, heady fragrance.

And then, without warning, a figure appeared before her. It was a genie, unlike any she had ever seen before. Standing at an imposing height of 6'8', Laya was breathtakingly beautiful, with huge, perfectly rounded breasts that threatened to spill over the edges of her chest. Her body was flawless, every curve and muscle sculpted to perfection, and her skin was a luminous shade of light blue, like the ocean on a clear day.

But what really captured Harper's attention were the shackles that adorned Laya's body. Made of white gold and seemingly seamless, they encircled her wrists, upper arms, ankles, and thighs, binding her in a sensual web of restraint. And yet, despite their appearance, they seemed to enhance rather than restrict her beauty, drawing attention to the curves and contours of her body.

Laya's piercings only added to her allure. Rings through her nipples, a clit ring, and three studs on either side of her labia all gleamed in the dim light, hinting at the pleasures that lay ahead.

Transfixed, Harper couldn't tear her eyes away from Laya's pussy, which was revealed to her in all its glory. The lips were full and juicy, already wet with desire, and the studs that adorned them sparkled like diamonds in the low light.

Without hesitation, Harper found herself reaching out, tracing the outline of Laya's body with her fingers, savoring the smoothness of her skin and the tantalizing friction of the shackles against her own flesh. And as Laya responded to her touch, arching her back and moaning with pleasure, Harper knew that she had discovered something truly extraordinary