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Harley twisted about on the bed to get to Tim, cooing wildly as his kisses hungrily ate away at what little control she had, her tongue snaking together with his. The covers fell away from her naked body and Tim moved his hand to one of her beautifully nubile breasts. The warm flesh filled his hand: when he squeezed, it rebounded with pertness, pulsing and swelling with life, her nipple stinging into the palm of his hand.

“Oh, daddy! Yesssss,” Harley lisped into his mouth, wild eyes full of encouragement as he squeezed and kneaded her firm tits. But even they couldn’t compel his captivation for long.

Tim had to feel out all of her supple body, sample as much of the bare skin as he could with roaming hands. She was so soft all over and yet so taut, toned and athletic, a body even more made for fucking than it had been the first time they’d managed to somehow unwittingly seduce each other.

Tim couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. Not now. He had to fuck this woman, satisfy himself with her, see if it was possible that the pleasure he gave her could truly steer Harley away from her life of crime. It was insane, but what would work better on a madwoman than insanity?

They broke their kiss, seemingly only so Harley could voice an erotic moan and call Tim ‘daddy’ once more. He swung himself fully onto the bed and Harley looked down to see the huge bulge growing at his crotch. His erection was clearly outlined down the leg of his pants, its girthy contours frightening her under the tightly stretched Kevlar of his costume. But fear, to a lunatic like Harley, was only another thrill.

Harley’s lips curled in a wide, lustful smile, her teeth flashing, her tongue vexingly pushing out between her soft lips. She flicked it at her upper lip, where she could still feel the presence of Tim’s kiss, then ran it moistly along her teeth. Finally, she bit her own tongue, muffled voice moaning with pain as she began tearing at Tim’s costume, relieving him of anything that covered up his muscular frame.

Tim saved her clumsy efforts, his own hands expertly finding the hidden catches that would let her help him out of each item of clothing. He exhaled in relief when Harley pulled his pants down off his pent-up cock. Now there was only the pressure of his silk boxers on them, unable to hold his erection in place with nearly the tenacity his costume had.

With him wearing only his mask and the underwear, Tim stopped to watch what Harley did. She couldn’t go through with it either, not yet. First, Harley stopped to grope and mouth his erection and bloated balls through the boxers. She was so hungry for his cock that she couldn’t spare a moment even to fully free it. She had to sate her lust for it immediately.

Tim thought that if sanity were to resume, it would be now. Having Harley Quinn acting like his cum-slut was utterly, unquestionably nuts. He had one last chance to put a stop to this—and also one appetizing taste of what it would be like to give in, to make Harley fully his.

He knew he could fuck her hard enough to satisfy her immense sexual greed. Make her beholden to him. His personal cum dump, as she’d never been the Joker’s. That madman never could’ve cared enough about Harley to see to her pleasure; Harley was just too obsessed with him for her mind to admit how unsatisfied she was.

Now, with her mania on Tim and her body well-cared for, he’d break the Joker’s hold on Harley once and for all. And brand her with his own.

The thought was too alluring not to surrender to.

“I thought you wanted me, not my underwear,” Tim growled—he could see the goosebumps developing on Harley’s creamy skin as she responded to his rough voice. A voice he himself didn’t fully recognize. “Take my boxers off, you slut. Do it for Daddy.”

Harley moaned as if he’d touched her… and he had, far more intimately than he could do with his hands or cock… Obediently, she skimmed the silken material down Tim’s muscular legs. His huge erection came free of its former constraints, popping into the air like an icon of worship being erected for Harley’s benefit.

Harley sucked in a joyful breath, her eyes widening at the beatific sight. Tim knew that he’d gotten to her—that he’d only started to ingrain himself into her wants and desires.

“Golly, Robbie, you’re so big!” she whimpered. Her slender hands encased his long shaft, jerking and pulling on its haft. She loved the feel of his hot manhood fitted impossibly into her hands. “How big am I gonna be after you’ve put this inside me the first hundred times?” she asked in a little-girl voice.

Staying down around the foot of the bed where she’d gone to remove Tim’s underwear, Harley clasped the boxers between her thighs, rubbing them between her legs to capture a jot of warmth and slimy precum from them, even as the rest of her attention lasered at Tim’s jerking, throbbing endowment.

Giggling at the kid-on-Christmas-morning thought of soon having that beast inside her, Harley looked up at Tim from under blue and pink lashes.

“Think this is big enough to make Harley-poo a Mommy for Daddy?” she tittered, running her fingers fleetingly up and down his prick; her piddling amount of self-control set on not jerking the cum out of Tim before she had him in her pussy.

“Yes! Fuck! YES!” Tim gasped, his body on fire as the beautiful maniac stroked and caressed his manhood.

He was all out of resistance, free of hesitation. It was all he could do not to come from the immense amount of tension Harley had infused him with—all his vast will was bent on making sure his all-consuming lust for Harley was relieved in her cunt and nowhere else.