Harley Comes To Rescue Ivy...Right After Harley Cums

The hotpants were off. Harley Quinn's eyes were glued to the screen as her bare vulva rubbed up and down the baseball bat pressed against the chair between her thighs. She gripped the bat tight, humped it with single-minded purpose as she stared at her girlfriend on the screen...Lois Lane's fingers jammed up the bound woman's ass, her tongue buried in her twat.

"D-don't worry Ives...I'm...I'm coming..." Harley mumbled out loud.

Through the thin wall that separated them, the frantically masturbating villain could hear Poison Ivy's muffled moans. Saw Ivy's naked body twitch as Lois Lane began to push a third finger into the woman's ass. The flowers in the room were in full bloom now, and the camera showed Ivy's face, eyes rolled back, head tossed from side to side as her breasts heaved...

"...c-coming..." Harley said through gritted teeth.

Her cunt juices soaked into the seat of the chair. Harley's pussy burned, grease paint rubbed off on the wood, but Harley couldn't stop for anything. She could feel it build up inside of her, like a bubble about to pop. The tension, the anticipation. All of her love for Ivy burned inside of her, the need to go save her, but also the more urgent and terrible desire to hump that wooden pole, even as she saw Lois Lane's teeth flash, to bite into her girlfriend's flesh, to hear cries of pain intermingled with pleasure.

"Cumming!" Harley shouted as the chair collapsed underneath her. The clown landed on her knees, furiously kneading her cunt with both hands on the bat, eyes locked at her helpless girlfriend fucked mercilessly, in a way that Harley herself could never dare do...

Something exploded within Harley then, her clammy thighs clamped tight about the wooden shaft, and her eyes went cross-eyed for a moment, images doubled and superimposed as the fantastic climax washed over her, short-circuited her conscious thoughts.

Ivy's groans brought Harley out of it, seconds later. The Clown Princess of Crime stood up on shaky legs, like a newborn colt, naked from the waist down. Like a punch-drunk boxer she staggered toward the door, the bat in both hands.

"...coming Pammy...Harley's...coming..." She murmured to herself.

The door opened, behind and to the left of where Poison Ivy was bound. Harley staggered out, raised the bat above her head...and Lois Lane, her tongue still buried in Poison Ivy's cunt, four fingers buried in the redheaded villain's ass, glared at Harley with such sudden **** that the villain stopped and swayed. Mesmerized by the sheer intensity of that stare.

Slowly, almost languidly, Lois pulled her tongue out of Ivy's twat...and the words she spoke made Harley Quinn's heart skip a beat.