@gunsnwits enough to gather momentum before driving forward with a deep, punishing thrust that buries himself entirely inside the heat, making the van's worn shocks scream out under the sudden, violent force.
@gunsnwits that shakes against Jason's jaw. He locks his hand onto Jasonโs hip, anchoring him firmly in place. "All you little fuck toys talk a heavy game. How me what all that training did, little birdie. Let's see how loud you can scream when we stop holding back."
He pulls back just -
"Suck it," Two-Face hissed into the man's ear, his hand forcing the manโs head forward, over the threshold of the door and directly between Selina's thighs. "Lick her clean. Do it, or I flip again."
The private garage was less a shelter for machinery and more a clinical museum dedicated to the iconography of velocity and violent impact. The air was thick with the chemical perfume of high-grade synthetic wax, unrefined fuel, and the cold, sterile scent of polished chrome. -
supported by the crushing weight of Two-Faceโs body pinning him against the car. Two-Face established a brutal, heavy rhythm, his hips hammering against the man's expensive trousers with a relentless, mechanical friction that made the roadsterโs suspension creak in the dark.
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