Harley Quinn

Harleen Quinzel was going crazy, and she didn't need to be a psychiatrist to figure out why. What she wanted was a crazy night with the Joker, or Poison Ivy climbing all over her, but both of them were locked up in Arkham, and had been for far too long. How could they let her down like this? Wasn't she worth a jailbreak? She was getting about ready to pull out her red and black hair. Sometimes girls just wanted to have fun and sometimes Harleys just needed riding.

Looked like she was going to have to take matters into her own hands, and break into Arkham. No, she didn't have time for that, she was **** and horny and desperately horny and her pussy was maiow-ing for some serious pounding. Looked like it was another night with her and her hammer.

"Please, hammer, do hurt me," she said, as she pulled down her shorts, and got ready to impale herself on its long thick handle.