Lois Lane Kisses And Licks Harley Quinn's Pussy As It Slides Down Ivy's Wooden Shaft

The reporter laid herself down over Poison Ivy's body. The bound villain squirmed as Harley Quinn clambered onto the bed, a foot planted next to each of Ivy's hips. The Clown Princess of Crime lowered herself down until the soft, oozing tip of the freshly-sprouted strap-on grazed her labia...and Lois Lane was there.

The reporter's tongue kissed Harley's clit, even as her hands aligned the shaft with the pale woman's cunt. Ivy moaned into the reporter's pussy as Harley slowly lowered herself onto that head. Lois Lane's tongue slid up and down the labia on either side of the round shaft as the wooden cock began to push its way into the hot, wet cunt-tunnel.

Harley Quinn was an Olympic-level athlete, with the flexibility of a contortionist, the muscular control of a dancer. Yet it was only the madness of Lois Lane that drove her to impale herself on the oversized shaft. Only the reporter's tongue that made her slick enough to push her body down on the thick beast of a prick. The greasepainted villain pulled her pigtails as she pushed her body down, her poor pussy **** open wider and wider, pleasure and pain mingled as Lois nibbled on her beef flaps, sucked softly on her clit, and in every other way encouraged Harley to take more of that shaft into her tight-box.

Yet Harley Quinn was only human. Half-way down the shaft, at its thickest point, Harley felt as if she was giving birth. Her thighs burned and quivered, her breath came in short, hot pants, and she ripped open the zipper on her top to let her breasts free. Lois, beneath her, flicked Harley's stiff little bean with her tongue, and a mewl of desire burst from Harley's mouth.

"I...don't think I can take any more," Harley's lips flashed between grin and grimace. "Th-this pussy ain't no clown car..."

Lois ignored her. With her lips over her teeth, Lois grabbed at Harley's labia and pulled, softly. Harley's pussy, a vivid pink, stretched to its limit, slid an almost imperceptible fraction of an inch further down the green wood shaft. Then the reporter repeated the process on the other side.

"I...I'm serious!" Harley said, and her heart sank into her stomach faster than her snatch sank on Ivy's log. "Gonna...gonna bottom out soon! I can't take it all."

The reporter's violet eyes flashed. Her hands shot out and grabbed Harley's ankles. Her tongue slowly circled Harley's clit.

A warning. A promise.

Harley would take it all. One way or another.