Yes please!

"I thought you might say that, let's get to it then!"

She gestured you to get up, which you did, and she stood up, turned around, and bent over, showing you her perfect ass.

"Come on, puddin', I don't have all day!" She said teasingly. She winked at you, and shot her now very familiar wicked grin your way. That was all the influence you needed, and you ran up to her, slowly lining up your cock with her tight asshole. You knew she expected you to start slow, so you decided to be a little crazy and shoved all 8-inches in her impossibly tight ass all at once.

"OOOOHHH! Yea, baby! That's what I'm talkin' about. Keep goin' sugah', fuck my ass!"

You did as ordered, and continued to thrust, continually upping the pace. Luckily you had already cum once, or else you may have blown your load by now. Harley's ass was pulling you in, doing a good job of making you come closer and closer to cumming.

"Oh god, John. Keep going! I think I'm going to cum! God, I'm cummin' from anal!"

Hearing this was all you needed to go over the edge. Despite cumming just a few moments ago, you seem to cum even more than last time. You unload stream after thick stream of cum deep into her ass, and she clamped down on your cock, making sure you didn't try to pull out. She convulses on your cock, shaking violently under you. She's dripping wet on your cock, and a puddle formed under her.

"Oh yeah John... That is great. Keep going puddin', don't pull out yet..."

You continued thrusting as long as you could. Your cock was still sensitive, and Harley was the same way. You both shuttered in a final orgasmic rush, and you pull out of her ass, watching your cum leak from her ass.

"Geez puddin', you were real backed up! I thought I hadn't had sex in a while, but man! You came buckets!"

Harley stood up, and let the cum drip out of her ass and pussy. After she let it all out, she pulled back on her pants, and you tied her corset tight. She kisses you on the cheek, and blushing, gives you a slip of paper.

"Call me later, huh puddin'? I could use a fucking like that more often! See ya hot-stuff!"

She winks at you, and runs off into the night. You zipped up your pants and checked the number on the sheet of paper. You added it to your cell phone, and labeled it "Harley Quinn" before walking home, where you go to bed more satisfied then ever before. You continue to see each other, and the sex is still incredible.