Harley Needs A Warm Up

Harley Quinn catapulted herself onto the bed. Lois watched in amazement as clothes seemed to burst off her body during a mid-air spin, that ended with the pale painted pussy pointed toward the moon, legs spread in a perfect split, the naked, athletic body balanced on her palms...and then Harley lowered herself to a slightly more comfortable position, pussy and ass both in the air, but her weight now resting on her shoulders.

"Take the pussy," Ivy said as she hand Lois a wet sponge. "I'll warm up her ass."

The sponge was soft, pale yellow, and wet with some heavy natural oil. The naked reporter positioned herself in front of Harley's pussy, which she saw was shaven except for three stripes above the clit dyed blue, red, and white.

"She called it her international landing strip," Ivy said to the reporter's unasked question. "Because we first made love in what was technically French territory."

Lois Lane blinked. Harley smiled, and practically quivered with anticipation. The reporter felt an odd knot in her stomach as she sat there, naked and on her knees, because she was giving Harley quite an eyeful of her own pussy. So Lois took a deep breath of the humid greenhouse air, and pressed the sponge against Harley's pussy and gave it a good squeeze, so that the oils dripped down that pale, svelte, athletic body, to accentuate the hard-packed abdominal muscles and the taut ligaments of thigh and pelvis.

Ivy, Lois saw, rubbed the oil around Harley's browneye...and then fingers came into play. A single digit at first, just to slip into the little hole. Lois emulated the plant-woman and felt the hot suction of Harley's hole swallow her up easily. The reporter instinctively curled her finger, as she knew she liked, to stroke the inner surface of the Clown Princess of Crime's cunny, and was reward with a high-pitched squeal of delight...

So they got to work, the two of them. Ivy and Lois, each focused on their own orifice. Harley red-faced beneath the greasepaint, soft little moans whimpered from hr throat as the two got bolder. Worked in a second finger, and then a third. The reporter followed Ivy's lead, so that when she had two fingers of each hand inside of Harley's pussy the reporter could gently spread the soft pink vulva and stare down into the depths...

...only to find that Harley Quinn had a surprise for both of them.