Harley & Joker The Origin Story PART 1 of two -Leya Falcon

Title: Harley & Joker: The Origin Story (Part 1) – A Boudoir Adventure

In the dimly lit, fetish-chic dungeon of a lair, Harley Quinn and The Joker rendezvoused, their heated ardour igniting sparks throughout the eerie house. Harley, clad in her signature scandalous costume, sauntered over to her reckless paramour.

“Hey there, J, miss me?” Harley purred, pushing her ample breasts collectively along with her arms. Her fishnet-gloved fingers playfully traced his pierced cheek.

Joker famously grinned at her lustful demeanor. “Oh, Daddy’s got a bone to pick with you, little minx!” He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, urgent his physique in opposition to hers. “You’ve been neglecting my needs, Harley girl.”

Harley giggled, provocatively gyrating in opposition to him. “Never, J! I exist to serve your deranged desires.”

As if to show her devotion, Harley sank to her knees, serving to herself to his belt, then zipper. She freed his girthy, keen meat stick, which sprang to consideration. Harley smiled devilishly—love at first sight. She wrapped her full, moist lips round his cock and proceeded to hoover it down her naughty throat. The blonde vixen relished the style of his diamond-hard rod, her cheeks caving in as she sucked hungrily.

Joker groaned, thrusting his hips to fulfill her face fucking. Seeing his balls slap in opposition to her chin, he smiled sinisterly. He pulled out all of the sudden, leaving Harley whining along with his absence. Then he grabbed the fallen angel by her hair, twisting it right into a makeshift leash.

With surprisingly restricted resistance, Harley allowed him to yank her throughout the room, her huge tits bouncing with each step. He shoved her over a re-purposed medical examination desk. Bending her over, he manhandled her ass with demanding grunts, kneading the pliant flesh beneath her fishnets. With a crafty grin, he slapped them taut, relishing the cracking sound and her squeals.

“You like that, huh? Like getting red handed by Daddy?” Joker growled, touchdown one other spank. He reached into her skimpy shorts, shoving three fingers into her dripping cunt. Harley bucked her again, fucking herself on his digits.

“Goddamn, you’re supposed to be my night in shining armor, not loving and lusting in a brothel!” The Joker jeered with a sordid chuckle as he freed his dick once more, sliding it between Harley’s asscheeks. Harley whimpered, writhing for extra.

With one onerous push, Joker balls deep plowed into Harley’s slick twat from behind, slamming her hips in opposition to the desk. He knelt her pussy lips as he mounted her, pounding her fuckbox with reckless abandon. Between thrusts, he pulled on her hair, snarling,

“This is called pussy pummeling, babygirl. God, you were made for my cock! I’m going to rearrange your cunt on this thing!”

Each savage thrust despatched shotgun blasts of enjoyment by way of Harley, prolonging her launch. As he railed her more durable, she felt his fats mushroom head kissing her cervix. Her pussy quivered, on the point of explosion. She reached all the way down to repeatedly smack her personal cunt, and as he pummeled her from behind, her pussy pulsated round him.

Joker felt her tense and seize up, realizing she was going to summit her peak. “There she blows!” He introduced earlier than leaning ahead and viciously biting the nape of her neck. Harley screamed out in excessive ecstasy, squirting cum throughout his shaft. The Joker rode out her orgasm on intrepid strokes till he may maintain again not.

“Open wide, baby!” He pulled out, spurting his thick, goopy load throughout her face as she rotated. Leaning to her brick pink lips, Joker pushed himself into her mouth, letting her end him orally. Harley swallowed his seminal stew, licking his tip of any lingering spillage.

“There’s the good girl,” The Joker chuckled, wiping a dollop off her chin. Harley stood, wanting raveled and glad.

“Mmm, even at my lowest, you make me feel like I’m flying high again,” she cooed, basking of their afterglow.

Joker laughed maniacally, zipping up and patting her head. “A gal can’t say I don’t keep her off her feet! Now, shall we get back to this mission?” He pointed to an issue on the pc.

Harley peered over his shoulder, her breasts urgent in opposition to his again. “We never stop, rope of crime pursues its course.”

The cue for the following motorbike trip away, into the evening… to terrorize Gotham and possibly break hearts. Like and subscribe for extra of their deranged escapades!