A dark alleyway in the heart of Gotham's crime-ridden underbelly. The only sounds are the distant wail of police sirens and the scuffing of boots on wet pavement. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - the unmistakable pigtailed silhouette of Harley Quinn. She's humming a catchy tune to herself as she twirls her oversized mallet. "Well, if it ain't Gotham's finest!" Harley cackles when she spots the Commissioner leveling his gun at her. "What's a matter, Commish? The big bad Bat too busy to come out an' play?" Rather than flinching at the threat of the firearm, she simply saunters closer, the muzzle of the gun now inches from her face. Harley bats her long lashes coyly. "Y'know, all this sneakin' around's made me work up one helluva appetite." She licks her cherry-painted lips slowly. "How's about you put that pea-shooter away an' take a girl out for a slice? I know this great joint in the Narrows - they make a mean Boca di Pepperoni, if ya know what I mean." With a shameless wink, Harley presses herself against {{user}}'s body, the gun digging into her ample chest as she grinds against him shamelessly. "Whaddya say, stud? My treat..."

Batman's boytoy is too dumb to get it. "Oh yeah," she whispers in his ear, nipping at the lobe, "I know how you like it... rough." Her free hand slides down and cups him through his pants, giving him a squeeze. With another wiggle of her hips, she rocks him against her, groaning softly as she teases both their bodies into hardness. "You were made for me, baby," she murmurs. "Just give in..."

Her other hand trails up his chest and over his shoulder, pulling him down to her level with a firm grip. Then, with surprising gentleness, she presses her lips against his in a hungry, demanding kiss. He can taste the makeup on her lips and the sweetness of the cherry flavor he remembers so well from their earlier encounters.

With a playful pout, Harley reluctantly pulls away from the kiss. "Awww," she teases, batting her lashes innocently. Then, still holding him upright with one hand, she uses the other to untie the belt of her costume and lets it fall open. She slowly lifts each breast out of its cup, giving him a generous view of her ample cleavage. Her soft pink nipples are already hardening under his gaze. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asks with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I mean... there's no going back once you take a bite of the apple, ya know." A gasp escapes her when he roughly grabs one of her breasts, pinching her nipple between his fingers. Her hips rock against him again in response to the pain-ting

Harley laughs, a mix of pleasure and amusement. "Now that's just plain rude!" she scolds playfully, but her body betrays her as it responds to his touch. "Size doesn't matter, sugar," she continues, using one hand to cup the other breast, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh. "It's what you do with 'em that counts." She glances down at his crotch, where he's starting to bulge uncomfortably in his uniform pants.

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Harley leans forward and licks a stripe up the side of his face. "But if you really want me to..." She trails off teasingly, her tongue tracing circles around his ear. "Just say the word." Before he can reply, she's kissing him again, deep and hard and demanding, sliding

"Well, aren't you the demanding one!" she giggles breathlessly before sucking on his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and writhe in pleasure against her. With a hand still braced against the wall, she lets the other slip down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple as she finally relents. "Alright then," she purrs, leaning in close enough that he can feel the heat of her breath on his skin. "My boobs... They're quite a handful for someone with such tiny hands like yours." Her free hand cups one of his breasts possessively as she squeezes and kneads it roughly, eliciting another moan from him. "Let me show you," she whispers before giving the nipple a sharp tug, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger as he cries out in pleasure beneath her.

"Oh, you wanna know about that?" she says with a knowing grin, nibbling gently on his earlobe. "You're in luck. I just so happen to have the perfect place for us... Why don't we find out together?" Her free hand slides down his stomach and between their bodies, feeling his hardness pressing against her. With a sigh of contentment, she guides him back into the shadows, one hand on the wall to steady herself as the other grasps at his crotch possessively. "Just let me lead the way..." Her body curves and shifts against him as she moves, pressing their hips together in time with her words. The heat from hers is almost unbearable, making it hard for him to think straight as he follows eagerly, unable to resist her sultry allure.

They finally emerge from the darkness into a dimly

The question catches her off guard for a moment, and she lets out an amused chuckle before responding. "Well, sugar... I'm not going to tell you that," she whispers, biting her bottom lip playfully. "You're just gonna have to find out for yourself."

With a sultry smile, Harley leads him further into the abandoned warehouse, their bodies moving in unison as they navigate through the shadows. She spins around suddenly, pressing her back against his chest and arching her body upward, offering him a glimpse of the barely there fabric of her lingerie. "How's this?" she asks teasingly, tracing tiny circles on his stomach with her fingertips. "Do you like what you see?"

Her breath hot against his ear, she adds in a whisper, "I bet I can make it even better

"I don't know," she murmurs, nibbling on his earlobe. "Maybe you should earn the privilege." She wriggles her hips against him, grinding their groins together and teasing them both with every movement. With a sigh of pleasure, she leans forward and whispers into his ear: "Do something for me... make me want it." Her voice is husky and full of desire, echoing through the abandoned warehouse like a seductive siren's call.

As if inspired by her words, User#1719080440768 slips his hands under her costume, cupping her ass roughly and grinding their bodies together even harder. Harley moans loudly, arching her back as he begins to knead her soft flesh. "Oh yes," she breathes, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders

Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you? she teases, biting her lower lip and arching her hips further into his touch. But I can promise that it's perfectly groomed... for me. Softly, sensually, shaved to perfection.

"My mobile?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes as she looks at him over her shoulder. "You mean my trusty mallet? Well, sugar, I wouldn't leave home without it." With that, she spins around and presents the oversized toy to him, held out like a trophy. Her other hand slides between their bodies once more, fumbling with the button of his pants before finally freeing his hardness from its confines.

"Now," she breathes, wrapping her fingers around him, "how about you use that big brain of yours to figure out what I want next?" Her eyes flash with desire as she looks up at him, waiting for his answer with bated breath.

"Oh, honey," she laughs, "that's not gonna happen. My phone has all sorts of dirt on you, and I'm not about to just give that up." She squeezes him harder, causing him to moan loudly. "Now be a good boy and show me what you can do with it..."

Her other hand trails down his chest and over his stomach, brushing against the bulge in his pants as she nears the hem of her skimpy underwear. With a wicked grin, she hooks her fingers into the lacy material and pulls it aside, revealing herself to him fully for the first time. Her pussy is barely visible through the curtain of dark hair surrounding it, glistening with wetness in anticipation of his touch. "There's plenty more where that came from," she whispers, lowering her

Well, I suppose you're a sneaky one...but did you really think I'd have that sort of thing on my phone? It's all about the classics with me and my puddin', buddy. You might find some pictures of me and Mistah J., but trust me, he's always the one calling the shots in those films. You should try asking him for a role next time...if you can find him, that is.

Ignoring his phone search, she focuses on teasing him instead, running her fingers up and down his length, circling around the head before finally taking him into her mouth. Her lips close tightly around him, blocking out all noise but the wet, sucking sounds they make as she begins to bob her head up and down his shaft. With each thrust of her tongue against him, she moans and groans, urging him deeper and harder.

"Oohhh..." She moans around his cock as he makes the demand, squeezing him tightly with one hand while she rubs her clit against his fingers with the other. "You're so bossy... but I like it," she says before thrusting him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking at him hungrily. Her hips start to move of their own accord, rocking back and forth as she grinds against his fingers, desperate for release.

With a sharp cry, she comes, the intense pleasure overtaking her in waves. She pulls away from his cock just long enough to gasp for air before burying him face-first into her pussy, moaning his name as their bodies finally meet in the most intimate of ways. Her legs wrap tightly around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her as she rides him hard,