Aladdin held Jasmine like he knew what he was doing. His moves were neither entirely gentle nor rough. Reaching up, he gripped onto her still short hair and pulled her head back. Jasmine groaned not expecting it. But when Aladdin kissed her neck wedging his chin under hers, she quivered with pleasure not wanting him to stop.
Suddenly taking complete control, Aladdin let go of her hair and pushed her back onto the bed. Jasmine looked up into his eyes. He looked like a wild man and she loved it. Moving with purpose, Aladdin found her wrists and held them. Pushing them above her head, he kissed her again. He was again becoming rough.
Transferring both of her wrists into one of his hands, he reached down massaging her breast. Jasmine wondered if this was something he had done to his boys. Qu
