Transitory fucking

Greg stripped off his boxers and dragged the silver genie the bedroom. She crawled on the bed with him on his knees right behind. Just as she was about to turn around he gripped her hips and pulled her onto his fully erect cock.

“Ooooh!”

The fifty three year old man began to wildly fuck Fanny doggy style. It had been years since he had ducked a woman, mainly because of his doctor. The gorgeous naked teen had made him forget why.

Greg then remembered a few minutes later as his load burst forth inside the girl, so did a few blood vessels rupture in his heart. He clutched his chest and fell back.

He might have been able to wish his heart better if a knocked head on the dresser didn’t render him ****.

“Master?” Fanny turned around on the bed. “Master, are you alright?!” She asked as his **** form on the floor.

Not long after she resorted to trying to shake him awake since she was unable to call anyone, on the phone or otherwise, Fanny reverted to a normal teenage girl with ivory skin and black hair. Everything she wore had faded away and a golden sapphire bracelet was on her wrist.

“He seemed like a nice old man.” She said forlornly.

In her birthday suit, she left his house and sadly strolled down the sidewalk. No one would see her if she didn’t want as she had some magic to make her life easier.

A few miles away of walking and a snap of her fingers conjured a set of fashionable clothing. Fanny sensed she had a few weeks of freedom before her bracelet disappeared to be found by her next owner.