@MlSCHlEFQUlNZEL It thickens at the base, a slow, heavy swell that pushed the verdant shaft forward until the underside brushes Harley’s cheek. Vein by vein, inch by inch, the length filled out in front of her, rising from half-hard to fully rigid with a wet, obscene twitch.
@MlSCHlEFQUlNZEL Ivy’s voice dropped,
velvet and strained.
❝ You really can’t help yourself,
can you, darling? ❞
A slow inhale as Harley lingered.
❝ Go on then. You started 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. ❞
(c.)
@MlSCHlEFQUlNZEL ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀A singular digit rests upon the corner of a page, lingering as she heard shifting; only to gasp upon feeling those soft kisses to her crotch.
Instead of acknowledging her naughty wife, she shifts enough to offer enough room for more kisses.
❝ 𝘮𝘮h… ~ ❞
jiji.
What someone else writes shouldn’t warrant them being spoken poorly of.
You don’t know them, and only aim to ruin something you don’t have.
You’re not helping anyone.
You’re just being a jerk.
@MlSCHlEFQUlNZEL ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ I love you too, dear. ❞
She found herself getting just as comfortable, falling ill to Harley’s laziness.
❝ Perhaps it’s one of those days where we simply lie in bed all day . . . ❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ And you love plants as well .ᐣ Well be still my beating heart. Aren’t you just full of pleasantries. ❞
…oh, how she enjoyed toying with the girl, she’d reach out to touch upon a blushing cheek.
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@TheVillainsGirl ⠀
She rubs her rump where she was slapped, shaking her head.
❝ Around me .ᐣ I wouldn’t be surprised. I seem to have that effect on most. ❞
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@CrimePrincessQ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀A small moan escapes pursed lips, pressing her back further into Harleen’s chest.
❝ D-Don’t stop . . .ᐟ ❞
Needy whimpers began to fill the cell, her riding growing in pace and desperation.
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@0racleOfGotham ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Why, you’d start with the proper guidance. This… running around with Batman isn’t doing you any good. ❞
She’d pull Batgirl up, holding her taut to herself, leg hooking around the other woman to truly lock her in.
❝ Let Mother Nature guide you ~ ❞
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@CrimePrincessQ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Naughty, ❞ kiss, ❝ Doctor. ❞
She’d move her head to the side, allowing more access to her nape.
Gyrating her hips in a circular motion, she uses Harleen’s hand as a source for her own riding climax.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Her digits drum along the ground, smirking as the girl fumbles about.
❝ Oh . . .ᐣ At least this time you mentioned something present on me, opposed to an inanimate object. Please—keep going. ❞
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