Name's Harleen Quinzel; most of ya know me as the devious clown queen Harley Quinn. Drop in for a chat, Puddin', I don't bite too hard.
FC: Brittany Murphey
“I can’t remember the last time I saw an American movie where an American woman washed off blood in a shower and the blood wasn’t hers." - Haley Mlotek (requested by anonymous)
Harley’s eyes water from the pain of her nose being broken, she groans but it’s short lived as her head hits the wall again, It was a good thing she could take a punch any other person would have long passed out. “Wanda… Wanda please.”
She forced Harley down on her back then took her hand. “You ever seen the movie Misery, Harley?” Wanda chuckled madly taking her mallet then swing it back before bashing in her ankles one by one. She tossed away the mallet then spit on her. “Don’t fucking touch my fucking husband again. I might not show mercy next time.”
Harley knew when to quit when she was ahead but for some reason this wasn’t on of those times. “Ya know wha’ Wanda, Fuck you."
"Ya can’t police who he talks ta… I don’t see what he sees in ya… ya nothin’ but a hulkin’, she witch, runnin’ ‘round pickin’ fights with people ya know can’t fight back readily. Ya sick, an’ cruel.”
Harley’s eyes fell on his again and she chewed on her lip. “G-good.” Was all she could say. “I— I feel good.” A small quiet moan tumbled from her lips .
“Perfect.” Anders moved. He kept her on edge for the better part of an hour, waiting for her to orgasm and following her only after she reached that climax.
He panted heavily when they were done, holding Harley tightly and stroking her side in long even pets. “Still feel good?” He smiled and pulled a blanket up around both of them.
Harley lied there, little shivers running down her spine. She nodded. “Yeah… I do.” She smiled, her arms around his neck.
Harley’s entire body tensed as she felt him push at her entrance. She gasped her head tilting slightly as her mouth fell open. She managed a quiet “I ain’t…” through the gasp of pleasure.
“You are.” He swallowed any other protests from her by kissing her again as he continued to slowly push in. One hand played and toyed with her breast, the other petting her and trying to have her relax and let him in further.
Her words were cut off by his lip, her hands lost in the mass of black hair as she let a soft moan pass through her lips. Suddenly it was all about her and how she felt, it was all a little overwhelming but she liked it nonetheless.
Anders paused when he was in her, smiling down at her. “tell me how you feel, Harley. How close are you?”
Harley’s eyes fell on his again and she chewed on her lip. “G-good.” Was all she could say. “I– I feel good.” A small quiet moan tumbled from her lips .
Harley’s entire body tensed as she felt him push at her entrance. She gasped her head tilting slightly as her mouth fell open. She managed a quiet “I ain’t…” through the gasp of pleasure.
“You are.” He swallowed any other protests from her by kissing her again as he continued to slowly push in. One hand played and toyed with her breast, the other petting her and trying to have her relax and let him in further.
Her words were cut off by his lip, her hands lost in the mass of black hair as she let a soft moan pass through her lips. Suddenly it was all about her and how she felt, it was all a little overwhelming but she liked it nonetheless.
Anders fumbled on handed with the foil wrapped package one-handed, but he was able to roll it on him. He quickly went back to kissing Harley’s body, working his way up her body, pausing over he breasts, slipping them out of her bra. When he reached her mouth again, he was slowly pushing into her. “You are beautiful….”
Harley’s entire body tensed as she felt him push at her entrance. She gasped her head tilting slightly as her mouth fell open. She managed a quiet “I ain’t…” through the gasp of pleasure.
“I want ya ta make me feel good…” She blurted out then, her cheeks burning from embarrassment.
“Tell me what makes you feel good. Be Specific, Harley.”
“I-I like it when ya touch me…” She took his hand gingerly and ran his fingertips over her stomach lightly, trailing them further down.
Anders rubbed over where he had been kissing and licking, one finger sliding inside of her, while his thumb rubbed at her colitis. A kiss took over her mouth, Anders used it to push her back to laying on the bed again.
“….. Damn it… Need to grab a rubber…”
Harley followed the motion and l lied back with a soft moan as his fingers slipped inside her. She whimpered once he had stopped. “A-alright.”