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Tim didn’t want her hands, good as they felt. He wanted her pussy. He wanted to mark the inside of her body far beyond how the Joker had signed the outside.

“Ah shit! I don’t have much longer!” Tim groaned, coming to his knees on the chaotic bed, swaying before Harley like he was moving as much as he could without breaking free of her grasp on his cock. “I have to fuck you now, Harley! Right now!”

He moved, trying to shove her down and haul the sheets off her body, but he lost his balance. Landing on his back with his prick slipping out of Harley’s grip.

It towered in the air, swaying from side to side like a building on the verge of clasp. Fuming a violent red, looking ready to explode.

All of Harley was hot and sweaty, especially inside her. She was eager to put her inner lubricant to work. As Tim lifted himself up on her elbows, Harley kicked her sheets away and straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her cunt gleaming with how turned on she was.

Tim’s eyes widened as he realized this nude maniac was kneeling over him, reaching down to possess his prick once more and manhandle it inside her pussy. He saw the thin trickle of arousal running down the inside of her left thigh, showing off how much lust she held in her kinky little body.

“I want you inside me now, Daddy! Want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me into being a Mommy! No more fingers and tongues and dildos! I want a big beautiful daddy-dick to fuck me!”

“Yes! Take it, Quinn!” Tim grunted, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her down onto the weapon she’d aimed at herself.

There’d be time to play around later, time for caresses and kissing and whispered words. But right now he was burning so hot that all he could think of was orgasm. He had to come. He had to come inside the hot little bitch who’d turned him on so much.

Harley tried to ease herself down onto Tim’s rampant erection, wanting to savor the moment he gave into her. But Tim had no time for relishing. He pulled her down onto his erection in only seconds.

Harley howled. She’d never been so full before. Tim’s fat cock opened her wide, sending sexual delights she never could’ve imagined to swarm her mind. “Oh! We’re doin’ it, Daddy! We’re fucking each other! I love being full of daddy-dick! I love it so much! I’m gonna be a mommy cuz a this daddy-dick!”

She felt her inner muscles clutching at Tim’s manhood as it surged into her. Tim bounced her up and down, lifting her with rippling muscles and then letting her down onto his hard thrusts. They skewered her with easy, liquid motion.

The two were joined together now, turned into a perfect machine of fucking. Harley just had to let Tim move her around and pump into her and she knew she’d get the best orgasm ever out of it.

She writhed on his hard shaft, exulting in her triumph as she felt his thick cock using up every inch of her little pussy. All her wishes felt like they had come true. Tim was every dream lover she’d ever fantasized about rolled into one. Even the older guys—sooner or later, he’d get old. Just like sooner or later, he’d be a daddy…

Tim groaned as her slick little pussy ran up and down his cock. His need to ejaculate was too urgent for him to hold anything back. He flexed his hips upward, holding Harley in place to drive himself into her soft, warm cleft.

He didn’t even bounce her on his lap anymore, just fucked her hard, as hard as he would if she were beneath him and he were on top. He lifted his hands and grabbed hold of her breasts, massaging each of the fine globes, letting his fingers play at her stingingly hard nipples.

“You’re real tight,” he gasped in pleasure. “And soft. So damn tight and soft and warm—feels like I’m fucking a pot of honey—pure honey—“

Harley reached down, grabbing onto the mattress around Tim’s head and using it as a handhold to grind herself down into his thrusts. She moved with Tim as he madly fucked away at her, until her grip slipped from the sweaty sheets.

Then her hands went to his shoulders. She undulated over Tim with each blasting stroke he put into her, little ecstatic grunts flying from her lips every time he was hilted inside her.

Although she’d usually close her eyes this close to orgasmic bliss, this time Harley kept them wide open. She wanted to watch Tim as he fucked her—remind herself with each passing moment who it was that belonged to the beautiful prick forcing her all the way to orgasm.

Tim’s face was a grimace of sheer sexual need, a demand for release written into every corner of his expression. His body gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, produced by passion more than exertion.

He hadn’t strained himself nearly as much as he would fighting Clayface or some other villain, but his heart was pounding, his lungs billowing harder for Harley than they would for the average metahuman. Every muscle stood out in sharp relief like it’d been chiseled out of stony flesh. He gave himself to Harley like he was packing every second of lust he’d ever felt for her into their few minutes of coitus.

Compared to that frenzied yet controlled rutting, Harley couldn’t help but see all her past lovers as uninspired amateurs. They couldn’t desire her like Tim did and they sure as hell couldn’t fuck her like him either.

Her cunt seemed to melt around his cock, flowing with juices that barely seemed to lubricate his sizable cock. They could only do so much to ease his demanding passage through her once-tight, now-ruined womanhood.