Spend the rest of the night inside her

In light of Harley's overwhelmingly positive reaction to being crammed full of dick, you decide to cement your dominance by repeating the process as many times as your body will allow.

You start by rising from the bed and turning to lay the Love Doll on her back, taking care to remain as deeply-embedded within her pussy as you can during every part of the process. Your lover remains listless though it all, though the muscles of her sex continue to flex around you enthusiastically; especially when you initiate a rhythm of slow, tender micro-thrusts specifically intended to stir up her deepest reaches.

"OHH~...!!" she shrieks, eyelids aflutter, "OH MY FU-CKING GOD!!"

Even in her recently broken-in state, Harley is no match for the mind-bending depth of penetration you have achieved. The pain of losing her cherry is drowned out by orgasm after visceral, toe-curling orgasm, which she rides out in a kind of choked, overwhelmed silence as you go on stimulating pleasure points faster then she can process. A fevered urge to spend an entire adolescence of stored-up spunk between Harley's thighs drives you to press on - to push faster, deeper, more intensely - even after her moaning has ceased entirely: only the occasional rolling-eyed burble of semiconscious delight reassures you of her continued presence in the moment.

Deciding to take advantage of the Love Doll's temporary catatonia, you abruptly pull out of her just long enough to aim at her face and stroke yourself to completion. The result is a thorough, porn-grade frosting that heavily dapples her chin, tits and abdomen with your cum. Afterwards you pause for a moment, gauging her reaction, but she can only manage a languid, bleary-eyed roll of the head before the itch to stuff her all over again wins out. Eagerly you manhandle her into your next position of choice, fueled by the insatiable passion of a sexless teen unleashed.

The hours that follow are a flurry of grunts, thrusts, and stifled moans. Objects are knocked aside to enable fucking on the couch, the washer (and dryer!) and with Harley's round ass filling the bathroom sink. You make every effort to keep her writhing on your dick, too pleasure-crazed to protest, but eventually the constant exertion catches up with you; at around 5 AM, you finally allow Harley - still shuddering in the aftermath of her brutal deflowering - to slump from your shaft and on to the pull-out bed before collapsing beside her in kind.

Then you blink, and all of a sudden it's 8:45 AM. You rise from the bed rubbing your eyes, initially in disbelief that you actually slept, but the sight of Harley's still-glistening body confirms it.

"You took a shower?" you mumble, resembling a confused bear.

"Of course," she replies, crossing her arms, (and unintentionally drawing attention to her glorious eraser-head nipples, finally free of their adhesive prison).

"You came all over me. Remember?"

"...Did you like it?"

"Not really."

"No..." you groan, "I mean, like, in general. Your first time. Everything."

She goes quiet for a moment, obviously considering the question, but her flaming blush and sheepish smile are dead giveaways.

"Honestly... It was too rough. WAY too much at first. It felt a little like you were trying to kill me." she starts, suddenly meeting your eyes. She's biting her lip, now, seemingly unbothered by your repeat glances in the direction of her exposed tits.

"But in the end, I did... I liked it."

You try to hide your relief, flashing her only a token grin before busying yourself with the nearest articles of clothing you can find. After all:

"That's good," you begin, pausing to pull on your sweatpants, "But, hey, it's almost 9. And it's kind of a family tradition in my house to... All eat breakfast together around this time on Saturdays. You coming with?"

"...Breakfast?" she asks, stunned again by your audacity. "...With your family?"

"Yeah, just my mom and dad. It's cool, they know who you are and everything."

Harley looks at you helplessly, no doubt reflecting on how far she's already been pushed - how much she has already given up and done for you.

...What was one more thing?

"Fine." she eventually sighs, gesturing toward the rolls of masking tape you provided yesterday:

"Tape me up, then."