SUICIDE SQUAD – HARLEY QUINN Cosplay throat FUCK and snal creampie eating.
As the camera pans over the sprawling Batman tower Complex, we see a familiar sight: Harley Quinn perched on the edge of the rooftop, her blonde and blue pigtails bouncing in the wind as she swings her baseball bat gleefully. But this is no ordinary cosplayer – this is Mia Bandini, the teen sensation taking the internet by storm with her unparalleled interpretation of the Clown Princess of Crime.
Mia’s luscious curves are poured into a skintight black and red catsuit that leaves little to the imagination. Her pert breasts strain against the fabric as she giggles maniacally, lost in the thrill of playing one of her idols. She turns to face the camera with a wicked grin, her piercing blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Hey there, boys,” she purrs, tracing a finger along the curve of her ample cleavage. “Care to join me in a little roleplay? How about we make this devil’s night even hotter than usual?”
She hops off the ledge, her movements fluid and graceful. She saunters over to a large black box, seemingly out of nowhere. With a quick tug, she reveals a towering, muscular figure. The camera pans up to reveal The Enforcer outfit, complete with a black leather harness criss-crossing over his chiseled pecs and abs.
Mia squeals with delight, clapping her hands together in a display of glee. “Yay, a toy to play with!” she chirps, running her hands over the outfit admiringly.
In one smooth motion, she whips the baseball bat from her back and swings it down, striking the outfit in the groin area. The camera flashes as the man inside groans in pain, doubling over. Mia giggles, twirling the bat deftly in her fingertips.
“Oops, did that hurt?” she taunts in her best mocking voice. “Roughing up the competition – I love it!” She saunters closer, trailing a finger along the curve of the outfit’s bulging bicep. “Now, how about we get down to business?”
Without warning, she reaches out and grabs the front of the black leather mask, ripping it off. The man beneath grunts as he shakes his head to clear the disorientation. Mia sizes him up hungrily, her gaze lingering on the growing tent in his pants.
“Well hello there, handsome,” she purrs, running her fingers through his hair. “Ready for your princess to rock your world?”
Before he can respond, she spins on her heel and practically throws herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He catches her easily, his strong hands draping her ass as he takes in the situation.
Mia wastes no time, grinding her hips against his as she claims his mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue delves past his lips, exploring every nook and cranny with wild abandon. She bites at his lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with their existing flavor.
She breaks the kiss with a wet pop, her eyes gleaming with arousal. “You’re mine now,” she growls, her voice low and sensual. “Now let’s have some fun, shall we?”
