Lois Can Only Listen

"My Pammy has just been obsessed lately with this new project of hers. She gets like that, you know? Classic obsessive-compulsive disorder. I like to give her the space she needs, but I end up feeling so neglected," Harley Quinn droned on to her captive audience.

The **** in Lois Lane's system had not yet worn off, at least not enough for her to form a coherent sentence...and the face that Harley Quinn's Olympic gymnast-level ass was sitting on the reporter's diaphragm wasn't helping. The naked reporter desperately wanted to convince teh villain to free her...or, failing that, to pull the control spud out of her pussy so that Lois didn't end up like the potato-women...but the Clown Princess of Crime was lost in her own little world.

"...and I get here, and she's making these plant zombies! Out of potatoes! Like, that's some Arkham level shit! I figure it's past time for a little intervention," Harley Quinn gave a theatrical sigh. "'sides which, I been feelin' lonely. I go a little nuts without company around. Last time I was without any poontang this long, I tried to use Mister Jay's atomic-powered joybuzzer and think I ended up making myself sterile."

Even as the bottle-blonde chattered on to herself, Lois noticed that her botty shorts were slinking down the reporter's chest...until Harley's crotch pressed up against the reporter's modest breasts, the nipples of which were stiff with more than the cold...for this close, Lois could see that Harley wasn't wearing any panties beneath those checkered shorts.

"In fact...I been thinkin' maybe I should work out some stress. Wouldn't do to see my Pammy just to be all excited and say the wrong thing, would it?" Harley licked her lips. "I saw you two on the dance floor...kinda...revved me up a little."

Pale fingers with painted nails clutched at her zipper. Lois stared as it descended...and saw that Harley Quinn shaved her mound bald, the labia a single seam in the unnaturally pale flesh.

"Y'know, I broke my hymen on a balance beam? Ever since then, never seemed like any reason to be shy about the whole thing," Harley said as she shifted her position to bring her exposed pussy down over Lois Lane's face. "An' much as I love my Pammy, we got this open relationship..."