Joker Plowing Batgirl In The Ass – Dark Knight XXX Parody
Title: “Joker’s Lewd Letdown: A Batgirl Backdoor Buddy Bonanza”
In the gritty, rain-soaked streets of Gotham, crime runs rampant, but one heroine stands ready to face the city’s vilest denizens: Batgirl! Yet one night, as she stalks the shadows, a familiar cackle echoes through the alleys. “BAHAHAHA! If it isn’t Gotham’s little avenging angel!”
Batgirl spins to see the one nemesis she dreads most – a clown prince of chaos in a shabby purple suit. “Joker,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “I should’ve known you’d slither out of your rank hole to torment me.”
The Jester grins, his manic smile stretching far too wide. “Now, now, Oracle. Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, shall we? I WANT your tight little ass, and I’m going to have it!” He lunges, pinning the blonde beauty against a brick wall.
Batgirl struggles, but the Clown’s grip is inescapable. He tears away her cowl, revealing the stunning penny-featured face beneath. “Please, Joker! Don’t do this,” she whimpers as his hands roam her body.
“Ah, but I must, my delectable damsel! Your posterior has fewer holes than a Swiss cheese wheel!” He spins her around, ripping at the clingy latex that sheathes her succulent curves. The costume tears away, exposing a pert rump that jiggling like jello.
“Oooh, I’ve been gifted with the fruits of the ass gods themselves!” The Joker lewdly grabs the money maker, kneading and squeezing the yielding flesh. Batgirl moans in spite of herself, a traitorous dampness spreading between her thighs.
“Mmm, you like this, don’t you? The way my hands are groping your booty so burlesquely? How your body betrays your loathing?” He punctuates his questions with sharp slaps to the bouncing booty, leaving red imprints.
The gorgeous Gotham guardian can only whimper, thrusting her ripe re entdeckt mion forth in shameless offering. Joker chuckles darkly, unbuckling his belt with deft fingers. “As much as you love the Batarang, sweet caconut, I think you’ll enjoy what I’m about to slam through your backdoor!”
In one swift motion, he yanks his dick out, unleashing the wild beast of his monster cock. “Oh GOD!” Batgirl cries, seeing the throbbing behemoth that’s about to defile her most sacred orifice. Joker just laughs, cracking a lunchbox over her skull, knocking her out cold.
He takes position, mounting Batgirl’s limp form like a sailor on a storm-tossed boat. Corkscrewing his hips, he rams his rigid railgun into her quivering quim, the head popping through her straining asterisk with a wet plop.
“That’s IT, cock-sleeve! Let me pump you full of my Jizzmaster jizz until your womb’s waterlogged with J-man juice!” He starts to thrust, balls slapping against her clit with each brutal plunge into her back passes. Blowjob spittle flies from his grinning jowls. “Oooh, what clinic for my dick inspection! Your van coulnja’s…
conjured…” His words jangle disjointedly as he ramrodes her rectum, the walls clenching his cumbuster with milkshake tightness.
The brunette beauty stirs, agonized whimpers spilling from her bruised lips. Her eyes blink open, war eyes wide to find Joker hilting balls deep in her rectum, grunting like a pig as he plows her.
“Wake up, sweet cheeks! I want to see your face when I flood your fontsize with fresh Joker Jizz!” He pistons faster, the veiny venomaniac voraciously violating her, the guttural growls of his climax building. “Fuck… ffffuck… TAKE MY…
LOAD, SLUT!” With a strangled cry, he shudders, his tree trunk-sized trouser snake spraying gallon after gallon of goopey gHEather juice deep into her defiled donut.
Batgirl screams, the overwhelming ecstasy popping her ragged cherry. She cums like a clabbered cattle fence, sucking strands of spunk through the festering fruit of her stretched shitter. Joker just cackles at the sight of his booty betrayer giving backdoor blooms, the climax crimsoning her creme-filled cupcakes.
Finally, he pulls out, a surge of spunk sprouting from her swollen sphincter. “Now that’s what I call a CLOACACA Lillies! I’ll see you hard turn, Oracle!” He scampers off into the night, leaving Batgirl in a gutted heap, gaping rosebud oozing the former felon’s fourth false member.
Weeks later, Batman stalks the city, pondering a new menace – a masked murderer leaving bodies with dicks stuffed down their dissatisfied orifices. Little does he know, it’s the booty bandit he has loins for, the femme fatale hopping a wedding cake according to his salacious spunk silhouette of her unmediated, reamed assets. Hey, Brucie? Makes ya notice, don’t it?
But that’s a backdoor tale for another day…
