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Even though it was a bad idea, Harley was still gorgeous. His eyes burned to see her lovely thighs going totally uninterrupted into the swell of her hips. And he could barely stop thinking about the way her breasts filled out her undersized T-shirt.

“No,” he told her. “You don’t need to do that. I think teasing people is enough for now.”

“Well, I don’t tease,” Harley said. “People have got to know that when I’m offering them the full Harley, they’re getting the full Harley! Truth in advertising! And this is just the tip of the iceberg! Imagine if I let them get a look at me and Bats together! The guy’s crazy about me!”

Peter couldn’t believe it. The woman was determined to get her clothes off. There was nothing he could do to stop her. His cock was getting hard…

“Alright,” Peter said unconvincingly. “If that’s what you think is best…”

***

Harley knew she didn’t have to take her clothes off. Not really. She got plenty of attention wearing her head-to-toe harlequin outfit. She could probably get oodles of subscribers just by going barefoot. But there was something about the photographer that got her all… tingly.

She wanted him. Harley felt a little bashful, having such a big crush on a guy out of nowhere, but there was just something about Peter Parker. Maybe it was the psychologist in her. She could tell that the guy had all sorts of dateable qualities up in his head. Like he would take care of her. And he loved to laugh, like her.

Sure, he looked like a dork, but that just meant she wouldn’t get overwhelmed and lose her head like she did with a lot of guys. He was all innocent! He didn’t know how to make her go all ahegao! She could teach him about sex and always have the upper hand—although she’d miss having her eyes cross and her tongue loll out.

But what could you do? She couldn’t date another loser that was all hard-on and no cuddling. She needed her cuddles and Red was on some jag of having no skin. Yrrk!

She started pulling up her shirt. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Harley almost giggled, noticing he was holding the camera like it was a piece of trash he couldn’t find a garbage bin for. He wasn’t even focusing on her, much less taking pictures. Well, he was focusing—Harley made sure of that.

She drew her shirt up over her head and made sure to arch her back as she brought her arms down, pushing her pert breasts out at Peter. He licked his lips as he stared at her. There were bullets of sweat on his forehead. She glanced down his body and saw a hard bulge in his trousers.

“You think my tits are big enough? I know I’m not as blessed as Red, but my bubbe always said that more than a handful is a waste. Not that I let any of Ivy’s go to waste—she’s huge, ya know!”

“They’re… more than enough,” Peter said hesitantly.

***

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. One look at those sculpted little breasts with the hot pink nipples and he never wanted to take his eyes off them. There’d been Felicia, there’d been Mary Jane, both of whom were all but insatiable, enough to set a man for alive. But seeing Harley was like being offered a glass of water in the desert. It didn’t matter how much he’d had before, how good it had been. All he wanted was another drink.

And he had the feeling that this woman could really quench his thirst.

Harley popped open her belt—not that it seemed to hold her pants any tighter to her hips than they already adhered—and pried her waistband out from around her narrow little waist until she could wiggle the shorts down her legs. She wore barely any panties; just a scrap of pink cloth. He saw the darkness of her pubic hair underlying a gusset maybe the size of a Post-It note.

His prick got harder. He wanted to rip those panties away—he knew it would take barely any strength—and fill her with his manhood. Harley took her eyes off him as she peeled her panties out from between her buttocks and down, down, down her legs. All the way off her stockings, which she showed no sign of wanting to remove.

“Holy crap,” Peter said.

The sparse brown hair on her cunt seemed to accentuate, rather than diminish, the pinkness of her sex. Somehow it seemed fitting, a match for the pink and blue dye in her already peroxide blonde hair.

Peter felt his palms getting sweaty. He realized he hadn’t taken any photos in a while and surely any red-blooded male would pay vast amounts to have any millisecond of what he’d just seen immortalized on film.

“Do you like what you see?” Harley asked.

“Yes,” Peter blurted out, before remembering himself. “I mean, you’re very photogenic…”

“Do you think guys will like looking at me?”

“God yes,” Peter answered, once more compelled to honesty by how blunt an answer the silly question demanded.

“Want me to put my clothes back on now? Maybe you could get a different angle on me taking them off…”

Peter didn’t know what to say. That would probably be a good idea, after he’d totally failed to take a single picture of her disrobing—of her striptease, it was a striptease anytime a woman looked like that—the first time around.

But he didn’t want a single stitch impairing his view of Harley. He wanted to keep looking at her beauty for as long as he possibly could. As beautiful as MJ and Felicia were, this was a gorgeousness he was totally unfamiliar with—and all he saw tantalized him to want to know it as fully as possible.

“Come closer,” Harley said to him.

Peter hurried closer to her. He hardly thought about what she wanted him to do or even what he himself was doing. The moment he was in arm’s reach, Harley took him in her arms. He felt the delicious pressure of her breasts against his chest.

“Wait, what are you—what are we doing?” Peter asked belatedly.

“I can’t help it,” Harley answered. “You’re such a sweet guy… being so nice to me… and clearly, we can’t get a thing done until we’ve taken care of that problem area you’ve got down there… I actually have posed nude a couple times, but I never let any of ‘em touch me. I was a real prude before I met Mistah J! Now, though… it’d be kinda sexy seeing how you photographed me with some post-nut clarity!”

Peter found himself laughing as she kissed his mouth. It was crazy, but Harley was so vehement about it that it had to be what she needed.

She felt good against him. She let him kiss her lips and allowed his wet tongue inside her mouth.

***

Peter’s hands caressed her satiny back. Harley shuddered, moaning deep in her throat as she felt his fingers stroking her spine, all the way down to her tailbone and then boldly feeling between her asscheeks. One hand boldly grasped a fleshy buttock, squeezing it lusciously, and the other daintily rubbed inside her crevice, almost to her anus, making her croon and her head drift back at the thought of him taking her ass.

Petey knew way more about what he was doing than she’d first assumed. And having given up on the thought of getting ahegao’d by him, now the prospect was almost irresistible. It felt like she’d gone without being good and cock-drunk forever! And with all his teasing, lavish touching, Harley almost came when he pulled her in tight and she felt his throbbing erection right against her sex.

“OOOHH!” she gasped. “Ya got a big one! A real telescope-y lens! Ya gonna take a picture deep inside me, Petey? Maybe get a red marker and circle exactly where you’re gonna put all that cum?”

Peter couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. He opened up her buttocks and prodded her tiny asshole. Harley shivered and pushed herself against him even harder, like she was trying to get him inside her despite his own clothes being in the way.

Still, she quivered as she rubbed her hot pussy up and down his rampant erection. Just the thought of being penetrated by it seemed to get her off. Peter felt her wetness soaking into his crotch like she’d poured a warm cup of tea into his lap.

He moved his hands up her body—slipped them between their grinding contact. His fingers petted her pert, round breasts. She pushed them into his hands, her nipples so hard that Peter felt sure they must hurt. She certainly seemed soothed when he rubbed and squeezed her tits, nipples and all, like he was tending a fever that had all but burnt her out.

“Mmmmm… and you don’t go off too soon neither!” Harley moaned. “Feels so good… so big and hard… I love ‘em when they’re big and hard… promise me, Petey… promise me you’ll take some pictures of me after you’ve fucked my brains out! I wanna see how hot I look after I’ve had your dick in me for a couple hours!”

“Couple hours?” Peter repeated.

“Fine. You can fuck me all night. But I have work in the morning, so sometime before AM hits PM I need to get some shuteye. You’ll just have to Sleeping Beauty me. I can take some pills if ya want. The great thing about being disbarred is that you don’t have to give any of the pills back! It’s like they’re free!”