Lois Lane Spreads And Fingers Harley's Cunt As Ivy Eats Her Out

The reporter's left hand grabbed the pale criminal's breast, squeezing, fingers teasing the stiff nipple. Lois Lane's right hand slid down that taut, athletic body...the hard-packed abs tense beneath her fingers, sensitive fingertips feeling the tiny traces of scars from knife, bullet, teeth, and broken glass...down to grasp and squeeze the soft, puffy vulva until the labia leaked out over her fingers, and the clown princess of crime uttered a little moan.

Lois wiggled her ass on the chair, the thick dildo stretching the reporter's cunny as she sought for just the right position, the right angle. Her legs came up beneath and inside Harley Quinn's, so that as the reporter spread her legs the pale woman's legs were spread too...wide and then wider, the reporter's legs up on their tippy-toes, straining...and then the reporter's fingers pulled apart, spreading the labia, to show Poison Ivy the moist pink meat within.

The reporter's middle finger stabbed down like a scorpion's stinger, the fleshy digit rubbing the stiff little clit in time with the way her left index finger circled and teased Harley Quinn's stiff nipple.

Ivy, on her knees, understood. The redhead smiled upward at them both as her tongue extended, pressed into that hot cleft...and not just her tongue. Two pale green fingers slid into Harley Quinn's channel, tugging gently.

A quiet heat overtook all three of them. Harley grabbed the seat of the chair with both hands. Lois Lane's lips found the pale neck, licked, kissed...and then began to suck hard, as the pale woman's breath came in little grasps. They moved together, Lois and Ivy both focused on their pale lover, the birthday girl grinding her booty into the reporter's crotch, her moans getting louder and louder as their play intensified. Lois began to pinch and pull harder at that nipple, excitement growing in her at Harley Quinn's little gasps. The reporter's middle finger was a blur on that clit, teasing it mercilessly...and finally Lois Lane's teeth bit gently into that exposed neck, and Harley could contain herself no longer.

Something hot splashed against Ivy's face; Lois could feel the spray of it as Harley tensed and spasmed, her whole body singing beneath the reporter's gasp, the chair creaking ominously...

...yet Poison Ivy decided that Harley Quinn wasn't yet done.