Love That Joker 2

Harley hopped into the Joker’s Ha-ha-hacienda, already picturing how he’d sweep her into his arms and welcome her back. She’d made a big go of it, running off with Ivy and burning all her keepsakes of the Joker (at least, all the ones in that specific storage locker). But Ivy’d stopped appreciating her, unable to look past little things like the hyenas digging up her flowerbeds, as if the whole outdoors wasn’t her flowerbed. And Harley’d had such a good dream about Mistah J, taking her out for bank robberies, killing the Batman for her, giving her a creampie—it was a sign. He’d treat her right this time, she knew it!

“Come and get it!” Harley heard, and rushed through the decaying corridors of the flophouse, over the rotting floorboards and between the crumbling walls, to come to the Joker’s voice—and saw him flopped down on his back, his long, stiff cock up in the air. Selina Kyle was straddling him, pushing her moist pink sex down his shaft. 

Selina was far more naked than Harley was used to, naked enough to make Harley forget the head-to-toe catsuit she usually wore. Striped stockings, purple and green, ran up her long legs, Her only other clothing was a white bodysuit right out of a honeymoon suite, sheer silk with a plunging neckline down to her belly button, ruffles lining the deep-set vee. At the crotch it was pulled aside, obviously letting in Joker’s hard, throbbing prick as she lowered herself down on it.

“Aaaeeehhh!” Selina cried in glee as she sheathed Joker’s almost bursting prick inside herself. Her slick pussy felt like it was burning up. She came down on her own impalement until Joker’s fat cock was buried all the way in her.

“Hoohoo, always nice to see a gal doing what she loves!” the Joker laughed, feeling Selina’s wonderfully hot cunt swallow his cock. Selina was coming down so hard on him that it felt like she would gulp down his nuts too. Despite her tightness, her pussy was so wide, so open, a fiery blaze of aroused flesh. He felt himself being sucked into that wet inferno of a pussy, drawn in like a moth to the flame. “Of course, I don’t know what you love more, my cock or being a hot little slut!”

“Aaaagh!” Selina screamed, pumping, plunging, riding up and down on Joker’s stiff erection until the pressure in his aching balls was almost unbearable.

Joker didn’t know how much more he could take before Selina would get all of his cum, but he was determined not to climax until Selina had aroused him so much that his ejaculation would give her every last drop!

Selina seemed to have a preternatural sense of the Joker’s endurance. She hammered herself down on him once more and then was perfectly still, like a statue built around his pulsing erection, her only movement being the roiling stirring in her lower belly as her inner muscles milked the Joker’s huge, aching cock. 

“Not ready for the cream filling just yet, my little Twinkie?” Joker asked. “Don’t wait too long! If you don’t defuse this bomb, Uncle Joker might put it somewhere you don’t want it to blow!”

“There’s nowhere I don’t want it,” Selina said lovingly, smiling down at him. She moved her hips in a slow circular dance on Joker’s hard shaft, rubbing her swollen clit right on his pelvic bone, dragging it over the abrasive texture of his unzipped suit. 

The contrast between his all-but-immaculate appearance and her own slutty lingerie made her already excited pussy even more aroused. Her high, proud breasts quivered with every bounce, her nipples sticking straight out in her excitement. The sweat glazing her body gleamed in the dim light as she writhed and twisted on the Joker’s long, hard tool. Selina felt the first convulsions of her climax shake her body, clench her firm buttocks and splayed labia, while a little gasp of passion flew from her moist lips. 

“Ooooh-ho-ho-hoooo, I think this little sponge cake is going to get overstuffed!” Joker chuckled, patting his hands on Selina’s curvy buttocks, adding to the quivers going through the taut flesh as she bounded up and down on his erection.

Selina moaned and threw her head back passionately, almost ready to explode, knowing that if she pitched herself back down Joker’s length just one more time, she would get his warm seed over every inch of her pussy.

She brought herself down on him with a gasp as she was hilted, then a moan when she felt his member twitch powerfully inside her completely stretched folds.

Harley saw Joker’s body tense, then heard Selina gasp—his cock exploding into her welcoming cunt, all of his body shaking between Selina’s legs in the spasms of his ejaculation. Harley stared at Selina, watching her squeal and scream as she came too, body shaking with orgasmic tremors. They were coming so hard that Harley felt like she could experience it herself, like she was standing on top of an earthquake, sensing their bodies shuddering with passion as the shared orgasm took over their bodies.

For a long time, Selina hung slack over Joker’s body, back bowed, arms trailing limply from her shoulders. She pulled herself up at great length, like she was lifting herself out of the doldrums, wrenching her body back to life. She straightened until her spine was unbent and saw Harley standing at the Joker’s head, open-mouthed and staring. 

The color had drained from Harley—she didn’t need any greasepaint to be the shade of chalk. And just in case Selina thought she was wearing her make-up, now the color rapidly returned to her face, ominous and red.

Harley’s eyes flicked from the Joker—lying with his limp, semen-coated prick half-buried in another woman’s cunt—and Selina, straddling him with a flushed face, glistening lips, and heaving breasts. Not to mention her bodysuit, the crotch tangled up on one side of her mound, holding it well out of the way of her naked slit, which still gaped from the Joker’s fucking.

What could Selina say? There was no way to conceal what had happened and certainly nothing she could say that would make it any less of a slight against Harley. So there was only one thing Selina could say. She took a deep breath, put on a welcoming smile, and said it: “Hey, Harley.”

“Hey?” Harley glared, feeding her rising anger with the shocked stares of the two lovers she’d caught in action. “That’s what you have to say for yourself?”

“Harley, what a surprise this is!” Joker abruptly realized his position and squeezed himself close to the ground, drawing his cock out of Selina’s pussy. It flopped free to dangle loosely between his thighs. “You caught us in the middle of—we were only—we just…”

His voice trailed away with a nervous laugh, his half-formed defense unable to coalesce into anything firmer.

“Just?” Harley repeated, crossing her arms, trembling with rage. “Just fucking each other like two animals, is that all? Just getting a nice wet pussy around your nice big cock, is that it?”

Selina picked herself up from the Joker’s lap. “I think I’d better leave you two alone…”

A piercing stare from Harley froze her solid. “You ain’t going anywhere, missy!” Harley’s voice was just as cold. “Don’t you take one more step or else! You really think you can run out of her with your pussy fulla my puddin’s puddin’? Siddown!”

Selina quickly sat down on the edge of a nearby sofa, inadvertently letting Harley see the Joker’s cum running out of her pussy. The sight of all that precious cream inside another woman sent jealousy zapping through Harley like she’d just grabbed hold of a livewire.

Yet Harley couldn’t seem to work up the lover’s ire she knew she should be feeling.

After all, as Harley could see with her Ph.D intellect, this whole situation could be construed as being all her fault. She’d gone and left Mistah J high and dry, with no one to turn to when he needed to express himself. No outlet for all his vulnerability, his enthusiasm, his passion—all the things he oughta share with her. It was no wonder that he had gone after a nice girl like Selina instead, who was almost good enough for the Clown Prince of Crime.

The Joker could see Harley’s furious scowl slacking with forgiveness. He gave her a beaming smile. “You’re just in time, Harl! I was just showing Selina here some close personal favors I was going to do to you once you got back. We were… practicing… sorta…”

Selina rolled her eyes—even she could see how lame the explanation was—but out of loyalty to her Joker, Harley pretended to buy into his vacuous story. “Practicing, huh?” She reset her crossed arms and started to tap her foot. “That looked pretty expert to me! What do you think the Bat would say, young lady, if I called him up and told him that you were stepping out on him with my man?”

Selina paled, her lower lip trembling under frightened eyes. “It just sort of happened, Harley, honest. You wouldn’t really call Batman, would you?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Harley equivocated. “I might be convinced to let the two of you off the hook…”

“Thanks, Harl,” Joker cooed. “You’re a peach! I knew you’d see reason. Imagine, telling Bats about a silly little thing like this. He’s an important man! We shouldn’t bother him. He’s probably talking to Wonder Woman and Superman right now, important stuff, can’t be disturbed!”

“Don’t you peach me!” Harley told him. “How come you always wear a condom with me, but you’re still dripping outta Selina’s cooze, huh?”

“Harley, Harley, Harley!” he drawled. “It’s nothing personal, it’s just that Selina’s a real classy sort of lady and you’re a filthy slut, that’s all.”

“Then I guess I need to give you two the Talk. Cuz if you’re gonna go around practicing like this, you need to know how to hide the evidence. Just look at your pussy, Catwoman! Anyone in the world could tell that’s genuine Joker juice coming out of you!”

Harley’s fingers slid over the length of Selina’s tender slit, scooping up a rich dollop of the Joker’s seed. Selina gasped, her green eyes widening, body trilling with the sudden and unexpected touch.

Harley’s sex clenched as well, seeing how Selina enjoyed it, how receptive her little tryst with the Joker had left her. He really had made her come super-hard—what a guy! “Can’t have you going home like that, kitty! Any one of those Bats could tell you’re leaking Joker Joy all over the place, and remember, there are like twenty of them these days! We’ll just have to clean up the evidence—and trust me, I know how to get rid of this kind of evidence. There’s a reason I always paint myself white when I’m with Mistah J…” She shoved her dripping wet hand in front of Selina’s face. “You made him come! Now you take care of it! Lick his jollies off my fingers! Don’t you leave a trace of what the two a’you have been doin’!”

Shocked by the suggestion, Selina stood there, eyes wide as she stared at Harley’s fingers and the white cream that covered them. “I-I… don’t you want that, Harley, since you and the Joker are so—“

“Close?” Harley demanded, cutting off her protest. “You certainly seemed to be close enough when I walked in! You were so close to having an orgasm that you did, you did have one! And I’m still tempted to tell Batman allllll about it! Now do as you’re told or you’ll be doing all your practicing by hand!”

Standing back, Joker grinned from ear to ear watching Selina’s pink tongue leave her mouth, moving over Harley’s fingers to collect his cum just as her snatch had harvested it from his prick. Harley too was excited by the sight of the lovely, tawny-skinned brunette lapping at her fingers. She sucked on them until not a drop of cum remained, not even under Harley’s fingernails.

Harley smiled, softening into the adorable cuteness her pretty face automatically gave her. “There, that’s better. Now we just have to worry about that load of cum Mistah J shot inside you. Don’t worry, you’ve cleaned up enough. I’ll take care of the rest. I’m more flexible, after all. Grew up a gymnast. I only worked on my back when I fell off the balance beam!”

She knelt in front of Selina and slid her hands up those soft stockings the woman was wearing, until she was prying Selina’s warm thighs apart. Selina panted, startled by Harley’s action, but not daring to resist. 

“You wouldn’t really tell Batman about any of this?” she asked in a quavering voice.

“Nah, a thing like that is just between us girls. Besides, I suppose I owe you one for taking care of Mistah J’s needs. If he didn’t have a gal to take the edge off, he’d probably go after a Batgirl. Who needs that kinda competition?” Harley stared raptly at Selina’s inflamed slit, spread before her from its fucking with pouting lips and a perky little clit standing out from its hood. “Wow, Selina, no wonder you were able to charge for it! You’ve got one gorgeous pussy here! You should change your costume, get a real short skirt with no underwear, like Wonder Woman! It’d be a shame not to let people see what a lovely little cunt you have.”

Harley’s thumbs moved over the lips of Selina’s cunt, rolling them open and then letting them slide back together, only to tease them open again, displaying the wet depths of Selina’s womanhood. Joker’s cum flaring white inside its folds. Selina trembled at Harley’s continuing touch. And then the Joker was there, an arm wrapped around Selina’s shoulders while his cock stuck out in front of him, fully recharged from watching Harley play with Selina.

“Now, now, Harl, I spent a lot of time getting that cat door just the way I like it: stuffed full of an, ahem, special brand of Joker toxin! If you want some, why not get your own, straight from the source…” 

Joker grabbed Harley’s hair, both pigtails in one hand, giving her a jerk toward his lap. It was clear Harley wouldn’t have a choice, not that she needed one. “Yuuummmm,” she sighed, sucking Joker’s cock into her mouth. She jacked his foreskin, sucking on him until Joker’s eyes looked positively dreamy. He moved his other hand to Selina’s head and pushed her down to her knees beside Harley.

“Give Harl a hand, kitty, that’s an awful lotta cock for such a little lady! I know cats aren’t service animals, but you know how much milk you can get outta there…”

Not that Harley would let Selina have any of Joker’s cock. She was in heaven with it filling her mouth, pulsing strongly from her stretched lips to the back of her throat, tasting his old, still warm cum on every good suck. Whenever she did, Harley felt a pulse of heat run through her pussy—then she realized that was Selina’s hand, clever fingers, thief’s fingers, moving up and down her slit, rubbing against her clitoris. 

The claws came out and Selina raked her razor-sharp fingertips up from Harley’s groin to Harley’s throat, cutting through her costume but leaving her skin untouched, except for little white lines like Harley had been drawing on herself with a fingernail.

Selina kept going, pulling open the rips in Harley’s costume to either side, shredding it really. She didn’t seem to exert herself, the costume just tore like paper, even though Harley knew it was tougher than that. Ivy had been determined to put her in a costume that could offer her some protection—just not against Selina’s diamond-tipped claws and the cat burglar’s equally razor-honed strength. 

The rips yawned wide, spreading over her pert breasts, so that she had a plunging neckline even more indecent than Selina’s lingerie. Selina nicked the sleeves of Harley’s costume with her forefinger, cutting them off at the shoulder, then ripping her top down over Harley’s back. Finally, it was pooled at Harley’s kneeling legs, wrapped around her thighs, leaving her uncovered up to her jester’s cap and the sleeves she still wore like opera gloves. They made a pair, Harley thought, Selina in her stockings and her in her new arm warmers. 

The Joker’s prick was swollen, blown up to meet the unbelievably intense pleasure as Harley worked over his cock. And now Selina joined in, kissing and licking at the base of his prick where Harley couldn’t reach, no matter how she gagged herself on his length. Joker felt the need to come, the two blowjobs making his member twitch and throb insanely. His body quivered, his balls drawing up with readiness.

Harley knew he was close. She sucked more enthusiastically on his cockhead, pulling even faster with her lips. She was hungry for his cum—it was the only thing she’d enjoy more than his fat cock filling her mouth. Selina could tell Joker was ready to come too, and she cupped his balls as she mouthed the base of his prick, his entire length divided between her and Harley, hot against their smacking lips and lapping tongue. Selina wanted to suck Joker of his cum so badly, but she’d already got him in her pussy—she knew Harley would be getting him in her mouth.

Selina’s fingers went back down to Harley’s cunt, still clawed, but now she used the pads of her fingers, smearing the ample juices of Harley’s arousal all over her groin. Selina’s touch glided sensuously around her mons, palm rubbing now, massaging heat deep into Harley’s cunt. It turned her on more and more. Harley undulated in response to Selina’s polishing her sex, spreading her legs to better let Selina do whatever she wanted to her pussy. All while her lips stayed wrapped around Joker’s cock, gulping and gurgling whenever she got the urge to cheer on how Selina was pleasuring her. 

Harley twisted her head from side to side, sliding her mouth around on Joker’s cock, giving her tongue new angles of attack as it swirled over his length. Lapped hungrily at his glans. She could feel his prick growing harder, as if the throbbing cum he was about to launch was filling it even fuller. Selina’s fingers slid along the length of her labia, making her hips gyrate, fresh lust running out of her cunt. Selina couldn’t say anything, not with her mouth as stuffed with Joker’s prick as Harley’s was, but Harley sensed her smugness as her playing with Harley’s pussy threatened to distract Harley from being the best cock holster she could be for Mistah J.

“Oh my! Goodness gracious! What a pair of cocksuckers I’ve stumbled onto!” Joker groaned, swirling his hips, reaching down to pet Selina’s close-cropped hair like the cat she’d styled herself after. “And I thought Harley liked being a cum dumpster! Selina, you’re making me feel like a popsicle—like a whole ice cream truck! Yes, lick it, use your mouth, my little bimbo! No wonder Bats keep letting you off the hook! With a mouth like this, you must get him off right through his utility belt! Unnhhh!”

Hearing Joker praise someone other than her, Harley’s clit swelled and throbbed until it didn’t feel like a part of her anymore, but like a fire burning her. Selina’s finger pushed it back and forth so good. Even better, sometimes it slid around to flick over her anus, sending new sensations shooting up Harley’s body. Her tight little asshole quivered in ecstasy, Selina’s fingertip circling it, poking it, then returning to Harley’s clit to find it more sensitive than ever. 

The Joker cried. “Oh my, my, my! Keep sucking, girlies, I’m gonna come! Oh… oh, my word… uuhhh… UUMMMM! UNNNHHHH! GGGHHHH!” he roared, driving his hips forward to completely sheath his cock in Harley’s throat. 

Harley nearly choked, but she was determined not to disappoint Mistah J in his hour of greatest need. She sucked harder than ever and he swelled hugely in her mouth. The first orgasmic spasm raced from his balls to his cockhead. Then his semen erupted into the back of Harley’s throat. It jetted all over her tongue in powerful spurts and Harley swallowed hungrily, though his cum still gushed out of her stuffed mouth to flood over her chin and cheeks. 

Selina’s finger—now with the claw mercifully retracted—dug into Harley’s cunt, jabbing in and out rapidly, so that she was gasping as much as she was gulping. Harley would’ve resented Selina for stealing her attention away from getting a big helping of Mistah J’s cum, but the finger-fucking felt so good and the Joker had cum to spare, his prick leaping again and again, with rope after rope of white-hot semen filling Harley’s mouth, making her cheeks balloon out. 

Her tongue swam in all the sperm pooling in her mouth, waiting to be swallowed. Harley swirled it around his cockhead, bathing the Joker’s knob in his own seed. She suckled over the rising pleasure of Selina’s finger, creamy bullets of cum dropping down her throat as Joker’s balls emptied.

Then the rush of ejaculation was over, the pressure vented, with Joker’s cum all up and down Harley’s face, big rivers of it running down between her breasts in a counterpoint to the neckline of Selina’s bridal lingerie. As Selina licked at Harley’s face, devouring the cum that Harley hadn’t been able to take, Harley sucked slowly, gently on Joker’s gangly erection. She nursed on it, drawing out the dregs of his cum. It was so warm, slipping right onto her tongue, floating down her throat. 

Slowly, Harley pulled her head away from the Joker’s groin, whimpering as, of necessity, some of his semen clung to his shaft and dripped off his length while her lips retreated. She hated to see a single drop of his tasty jism go to waste, even when her mouth was full of it. Selina’s finger pumped slowly and sensually in Harley’s pussy now as all three of them relaxed with the Joker, his balls drained and his lust exhausted.

“Oohhhh… Harley, that mouth was made for my cock! And I can’t wait to make Selina’s mouth for my cock too!” 

The women lifted their heads, Harley’s mouth still full of his sticky seed. She smiled at her frenemy Selina, parting her lips to show Selina all the Joker had gifted her with. Then she worked her throat, swallowing another hot helping of his cum. The flavor hit her right at her core, filling her with lust—or maybe that was Selina’s finger, still in her cunt.

“Let me have some,” Selina hissed at her. “Do it and I’ll get you off!”

Harley shook her head, throat bobbing as she sucked down another wad of cum. Her eyes rolled back in her head with another surge of deliciousness filling her senses. Sucking down the Joker’s cum was better than anything that Selina or Ivy or anyone else could get to her pussy.

Selina took her hand away, over Harley’s whimpering objection, and flicked her claws out. “Ever had your pussy hair shaved by one of these, skank?”

“Now, now, girls, that’s not how you share Daddy Joker’s toy. Remember, Poppa decides who’s coming and who’s going. Have you forgotten what great chemistry we have?” Reaching into his lapel, the Joker pulled out a syringe. This one, though, he pressed into his own neck. “No Ivy in this one—it’s a Joker exclusive! Guaranteed to get a man’s cock back on its feet! And people wonder how I afford to pay for all my henchmen…”

Harley was still working her way through the mouthful of cum that Joker had given her, so Selina spoke for her, gasping in awe as Joker’s cock jumped back up like he hadn’t come in weeks. Then, Selina gave him a sultry smile, befitting a man with such a hard prick ready to be put to use.

“So… Mister J… what’re you going to do with that hard-on, exactly?”

The Joker stroked his foreskin back from his burgeoning knob. “Ouh! Feels a little too hot to handle! I suppose I’d better put it somewhere it can cool off…”

With an audible gulp, Harley deposited the last of Joker’s cum in her stomach. “No way, Mistah J! Not around your Harley! You give me that hunk of meat and I’ll burn it off! I’m running hotter than a boiler room! Don’t believe me, get it in here and see for yourself!”

The Joker puffed out his lapels. “That’s it, Harley! Sell yourself! Show your entrepreneurial spirit! And get on your hands and knees while you’re at it—the one downside to having Catwoman for a pet is that doing doggy style with her feels so trite…” 

Harley rearranged herself as the Joker had told her, jutting out her pert ass for his enjoyment. Joker knelt behind her, his new erection throbbing with desire for the cunt she displayed. “Okay, Harl, let’s see how tight you’ve gotten after a few weeks without daddy—hee hee—to loosen you up…”

He slammed himself all the way into Harley’s cunt and she grunted, quivering with the pain of being stretched so fully, but moaning with even more pleasure. This was it! This was what she’d been missing ever since leaving Mistah J! But never again would she go without, not when the Joker was around! With her getting cock like this from him, they’d be joined at the hip!

“Oh, Selina?” Joker called out solicitously. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and see if any of Harley’s other holes need roto-rooting? I’m only one man, after all, and Harley’s waaay too big a slut for one man!”

Huffy as she was over being denied, Selina obeyed—though first she buried her nose in the Joker’s balls, licking and sucking as he fed his shaft into Harley’s cunt from behind. She lapped up the sweat and the cum and the juices from Harley’s sex. Then Joker’s hand was on her face, pushing her against Harley’s supple buttocks.

“Go on, Kitty,” Joker told her. “There’s a good kitty. Get Harley’s cathole nice and clean for your Uncle Joker—I might wanna stick it in there next!”

While below, Joker pumped himself into Harley’s cunt, above Selina burrowed her face between Harley’s buttocks, groaning and growling as she lifted her way along Harley’s cleft to her asshole. Selina didn’t let herself think about it. Without pausing, she slipped her tongue inside Harley’s anus, feeling the soft flesh of Harley’s rectum tightening all around it—but the pressure couldn’t compare to the hardness of Joker’s cock. She felt it just on the other side of Harley’s asshole, pistoning in and out of her cunt.

Harley had never felt anything like this before. Electric tingles filled her asshole and saturated her stretching folds. Joker drove himself into her hard, trying to work up the itch of arousal he felt until it exploded into a full-blown orgasm. His loins smacked the back of Selina’s head, mashing her down into Harley’s ass, squashing her nose between Harley’s buttocks. She had to force her tongue deeper into Harley’s anus. 

Selina wiggled her tongue in all directions, licking Harley deep, probing out the most sensitive places in her rectum. Harley couldn’t control herself. She pounded her fists on the ground as her pleasure came to a head. She felt completely strung out, ecstatic with eight inches of stiff prick buried in her and a woman’s wiggling tongue deep in her asshole.

“Fuck meeeeeee!” Harley wailed, deliriously lifting her ass for more of the Joker’s big cock, more of Selina’s licking. “Unhh, both of you feel so great inside me! My pussy’s wet, everything’s wet, fuck it hard!”

The Joker crouched over her, supporting himself with one arm leaning down past her body while the other reached around her to milk her jiggling tits. He pinched the stiff pink nipples as he fucked into her cunt with brutal efficiency. Harley could only gasp and whine as her pussy sucked fervently at his pistoning cock.

“Gonna come!” Harley babbled. Her breasts swelled, her pussy in a froth with the juices her boyfriend was stirring up. Her clit tingled and burned—she wished Selina would finger it like she had before, but having Selina tonguing his ass was already too much for her. “Gghhh, fuck me, Joker! Shit, baby, fuck my pussy! UNH! UNH! I’M COMMMIINGG!”

Climactic spasms blasted through her, totally blowing her mind with their intensity. Every inch of her cock-stuffed womanhood throbbed and exploded with the fullness of Joker’s pistoning cock inside it.

“Gosh, Harley, have you had some work done? Your cunt feels like you haven’t had so much as a beer bottle inside it! It’s like we’re going on our first date all over again!” Joker felt the cum building in his balls, being milked out of him by Harley’s orgasmic sex. “I can’t—UNNH—can’t hold back, Harl! Great Scott! Tell the plant lady to take a hike, I’m giving you all the seed you can handle!”

He slammed his prick all the way into Harley, then seethed with satisfaction as his cum jetted out of him, filling Harley’s cunt just as he’d filled her mouth. Harley squealed and pumped her ass, dutifully helping him drain his load despite how overwhelmed she was by her own climax. His seed filled her pussy and ran out of her splayed pussy, dripping down to a puddle on the floor. Selina was quick to intercept it, lying her face down underneath their joined organs so the flood of feminine cream and male musk landed all over her.

Harley sighed happily. It didn’t matter that Joker had found someone else, because that just meant she had found someone too. And they’d both found the Joker. It would be more fun than ever, letting both of them suck her tits and fuck her pussy. And if Selina ever did get in the way of her and Mistah J’s happiness, Harley could always kill her.

Quaint as it seemed, Harley thought she and the Joker had finally settled into a nice, domestic arrangement.