Rock About

"...ffFfine..." Harley Quinn's voice came out as a squeak, like the air that escaped from a balloon.

"Okay," Ivy said. "Now we're going to do this next bit very VERY gently. I need you to move with me Lois, okay? Just rock back and forth, very slowly, very gently..."

The three women were a unit. Lois Lane was enraptured by whatever chemical control Ivy had of her, but even if the **** or pheromones had worn off, the reporter's curiosity would have rooted her to the spot. She stared at where her wrists rubbed together. Harley Quinn's pussy was wrapped tight around her pussy. Lois could literally feel the throb and pulse of the woman's heartbeat.

With infinite gentleness, Ivy pulled Harley toward her, just a little. Lois followed her, and realized why Ivy had phrased it like that. Harley's ass and pussy were too tense, her body on the edge between pain and pleasure. Any swift move would cause her to tear. But as the two women rocked her body back and forth, just a little, the soft movements gave Harley a chance to relax a little. For her holes to slacken, just a tiny bit.

So that they could work their fists in deeper.

Lois saw Ivy push down slightly as Harley shifted toward Lois. Just a fraction of an inch, just a tiny bit more of her wrists slipped into her girlfriend's massive dilated colon. The reporter got the idea, and when it was her turn, and Harley's body rocked back toward Ivy, she pushed a little deeper.

Back and forth, forth and back, and Lois and Ivy shifted their positions. Now each of them stood in a squat, each with their forearms pressed together as they worked their hands deeper and deeper. Lois could actually see Harley's flat, muscular abdomen distend slightly as her ass and pussy were stuffed even deeper. More than that, Lois could feel Ivy's hands press against hers, separated only by a thin skein of flesh.

Until, after what felt like an eternity, Lois Lane stared down in awe and disgust as Harley Quinn's pussy was stretched wide around the reporter's forearms...and her asshole was likewise a thin pink rubber band around Ivy's forearms. The woman's holes had been stretched to a degree that was normally only achieved during birth...and Ivy wasn't done yet.