I've always wanted to try anal.

" Wait!"

Harley is confused, and turns around to face you directly. You turn around and spread your ass, inviting her for another session.

" I'm not done yet."

Harley is dumbfounded, and immediately drops what she's doing. She quickly moves over to you and presses you against the wall. She rips your shirt open, exposing your firm d-cup breasts. Harley begins to suck on your nipples, teasing and playing with your perfect tits. She continues to kiss up and down your neck, and you both blush instinctively. You turn around, grinding your ass against her cock.

" I guess I should tell you this is my first time trying anal."

Harley stops. You begin to wonder if you did something wrong, but your worries are quelled when Harley flashes you a wicked smile. She lines up her cock with your asshole, and begins to push in. You gasp, and your body tenses around her rock-hard member. Harley's thrusts begin to quicken, each time her cock is sliding deeper and deeper into your asshole. After a time, you are taking all 8-inches in your ass, balls deep.

" God dammit. Your ass is fantastic. I fucking love you."

Hearing Harley Quinn say those words sends you over the edge. You cum for the third time today, convulsing around her engorged member. As a result, Harley reaches her own orgasm, cumming deep inside your asshole. What seems like gallons spurts inside of you. Harley can barely stand up her orgasm is so intense. You both fall to your knees, covered in sweat. Harley pulls her cock from your asshole, as cum leaks from your stretched asshole.

" Oh god... That was... Wow."

Harley barely gets out those last words. You are both giggling messes of sexual exhaustion. Neither of you have had sex so intense before.

" Say, what's your name puddin'?"

" My name is John. John Doe,"

" Alright John. If you need some love, give me a call."

Harley blows you a kiss and slinks out of the alleyway, her cock just hanging out with pre-cum still leaking from the tip. You sit there, exhausted. You check your phone, and notice you are already two hours late for work. "I'll call in a sick day," you think to yourself. You stand up, throw on your pants, button your shirt back together to the best of your ability and walk back home.