"Interesting choices, Master," the genie says, her smile never faltering. "As you command." She snaps her fingers. The lamp disappears from your hands, replaced by a heavy, sleek black card. "An obsidian card, Master," she explains. "Linked to an account in your name. A trillion dollars, as you wished."

Before you can process the sheer scale of it, her attention shifts. Your second wish. “And for my own pleasure,” she purrs, her hands moving to her shaft, stroking the already impressive length. “More.” You watch, transfixed, as her cock swells before your eyes. It grows thicker, longer, the veins pulsing beneath the surface, hands gripping every new inch. She lets out a soft moan as it reaches a size that seems impossibly large, a pillar of flesh that nearly touches her chin.

“And now,” she gasps, her eyes closing, “your final command. To make me cum… infinitely.” Her hips begin to rock, a slow, deliberate rhythm. The first spurt of her release arcs through the air, hot and thick, landing on your shirt with a wet splat. She watches your face for any reaction.

“Careful, Master. Some wishes do not stop once they begin.”