Ivy dances for Harley

Ivy smiled as she moved to her feet while Harley sat up ready to watch Ivy as she swayed her hips with her backside to her. Harley’s hands couldn’t help but grab Ivy as she wiggled her butt at her. “Ivy…”

Ivy twirled around and straddled Harley, her boobs pushing against Harley’s. “Oh, Red…” Harley moaned as she wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Harley…” Ivy moaned as she grinded her body against Harley’s. “Please…”

Harley smiled. “You’ve been very naughty, Pammy… flirting with Katie… and all those women whose numbers you got… very naughty indeed.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” Ivy asked.

“I guess I oughta punish you,” Harley said with a smile.