Ride the Harley...

Harley gasps as I rub my fingers over her clit, her head tilting back in pleasure. Her pussy begs for release, and she looks at me, confused, until she hears my voice change. "Bats?" she groans, her body trembling as my fingers tease her dripping pussy.

I continue the charade, my voice taking on the gravelly tone of the Dark Knight. "Yes, Harley. No more late nights for you. It's over. It's time to face the consequences of your actions. And I can't bring you back to Arkham, not this time, Quinn. You need to be taught a lesson, to learn your place." I press my cock against her clit, rubbing it firmly. "You need to submit, Harley. Tell me you want me to **** you."

Harley moans, her body quivering as the feeling of being so helpless is too much for her. As I press my cock against her clit again, she gasps, her eyes rolling back. "Ohhh... okay... I... ohh... I submit. Mmm, yes... teach me, Batsy," she pleads, her voice thick with need.

I smile, feeling my control over her grow. I let my cock slip down, the head pushing against her pussy lips, seeking entrance to her dripping core. "Not yet," I tease in Batman's voice. "I want to hear you begging. Beg the Batman to **** you." The hands on her body pinch and tweak her nipples, kissing both sides of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Harley gasps, her moans growing louder. My charade has instantly aroused her, and she's **** for my cock. "Oh gods, Bats... please. **** your Harley. Take me, own me," she begs, her voice a mixture of shame and desire.