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They both thrashed wildly in their coitus, seeking satiation and not caring how much it hurt to get it. Harley churned her milky white thighs around the phallus that had invaded her all the way to her quaking belly. Her cunt put more pressure on Kon’s deeply buried prick, folds wrapping tightly around the shaft, lips sealed around the base of it and sucking like they were trying to keep it inside her. When he plunged into her, Harley’s inner muscles stroked tightly along the white-hot heat that filled her, closing on it like a swallowing mouth.

Kon’s matted pubic hair ground into Harley’s downy gold thatch, both wet with sweat and other bodily juices, speaking to how fully Kon embedded himself into the small, taut-bodied blonde.

Harley wasn’t one to enjoy herself quietly. She wailed as Kon drove his swelling cock into her boiling hole, filling her until she thought she would burst with both pleasure and the sheer size of her penetration. Harley thought he had to come, had to come soon, or his prick would explode from the pressure it was under.

“Gonna be yer cum dumpster, Konnie!” Harley giggled exuberantly. “Want ya to blow me up like a balloon with yer spritzing! Want yer balls empty as a whoopee cushion! You--”

Kon covered her face with his hand, shutting her up. “I don’t care what you want, dick holster.”

Her folds shuddered around his manhood like they were jerking it off. It felt like his sharp words had made her come. No wonder she’d become a supervillain; this chick was fucked up.

Still a damn good lay though. Kon had to appreciate the way Harley was responding to his strokes. He loved Cassie, he adored her, but goddamn if he could picture her getting fucked like Harley was. She’d have a quiet, gasping orgasm—maybe a little flush-faced—but nothing like what Harley was doing. The clown had to be unequaled when it came to truly delighting in being a cocksleeve.

And she hadn’t even squirted yet. Kon wanted that. Even with Harley an absolute slut, a girl who seemed like she could get off on anything, he wanted to leave absolutely no doubt she had come for him. After how much she enjoyed simply being penetrated, Harley might just fall in love with him if he made her ejaculate. He pumped his giant endowment into her with even more energy than before.

She held him tight between almost-shut thighs, trying to pull him deeper into her, not wanting his cock to ever leave her. Harley loved the feel of it in her frothing cunt—the feel of its jetting friction as it pistoned back and forth, even if she hated the emptiness when he pulled out of her even a little. Harley couldn’t even be content when he was fully impaling her. All she ever wanted was more, more, more.

But Kon had given her more than she’d ever gotten before, so as far as Harley was concerned, he was the best she’d ever fucked. He was already driving her out of her mind; Harley wanted him to make her crazier and crazier and crazier. She’d been crazy for the Joker, but he didn’t deserve it. But a guy with a dick like Kon’s… not even her parents would mind that he was a goy.

Her ankles crossed behind his back, heels pressing into his spine. Harley letting him know through her spastic pumps against him that she was about to come. Kon steepled his weight onto his toes and elbows. He drove into Harley with long, demanding thrusts that took up all the space inside her. Harley still wanted more, in her madness, but if she got it, even a little more, she would’ve been ripped in half.

She still asked for it: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop! Ram it into me, ram all of it into me, give it to me like yah never gonna take it out! Shit, Konnie, keep using your Harley! Your Harley loves being yours!”

She kept telling him what to do, begging for more fucking and more cock and for his cum too, even though all logic told her that would put an end to the cock and to the sex. Logic didn’t matter: not to Harley and not with a Kryptonian.

Her legs were wide open and she took his full weight dropping onto her seething sex, battering her against the mattress like he enjoyed the sound the springs made as they gave up the ghost.

Harley’s eyes rolled, staring up at the ceiling through a kaleidoscope of slamming colors, bursting through her eyelids every time Kon skewered her. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth. Her climax drove towards her like a train towards the damsel in distress in a silent picture. When Kon thrust into her, the ropes holding that damsel down got tighter and tighter.