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 Female x Male Revving the Harley

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Corinthi, Jan 9, 2019.

  1. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    Harleen Quinzel. Brilliant, beautiful, insane, athletic, dangerous... bored.

    She was long past her infatuation with the Joker. What finally broke is spell was when he introduced her to all his exes, still rotting in the sewer dungeon he'd chained them in. Where he intended to leave her. She tried to kill him that day. Kill him for all the ruin he'd caused her. Kill him for breaking her heart. Kill him for never caring about her in the first place.

    She couldn't do it. Came close, but at the end, she left him bleeding in that dungeon and went to live her own life.

    That started by serving her time in Arkham. Despite her crimes, she got a relatively light sentence, all told. After all, being in an abusive relationship with the Joker would damage anyone.

    Now a free woman, Harleen had the entire world in front of her... and no one wanted her. She'd lost her medical license, and wasn't going to get a therapist's license. No one wanted to hire the felon. Well, that's not entirely true. Pornhub offered her a small fortune, as did most of porn valley and she had 'feature dancer' offers from strip clubs all over the country. Eventually, she found a gig working at a theme restaurant. The servers dressed up as superheroes and villains. She, unsurprisingly, played Harley Quinn. At least 4 times a day, someone would tell her that her costume was inaccurate.

    It was enough to make a girl Homicidal.

    So fuck it. She'd tried going straight, and straight was boring. Boring, safe, and sane. She hated it. She hated that goddamn restaurant. She hate her practical shoes and the apron she had to wear. She hated her stupid glasses and these boring clothes.

    The world didn't want Harleen? They could have Harley back.

    She began her crime spree by stealing a motorcycle. It was late, after the restaurant had closed when she pulled up on her hog. Reaching into the saddle bag, she pulled out a couple of glass bottles, already trailing cloth wicks. The lit molotovs were chucked through the front window and she laughed as it burned.

    The next stop was a jewelry store. "Remember girls, self care is important. If you can't take care of yourself, no one else will." She bashed through the plate glass with a baseball bat, then curtseyed for the camera before grabbing fistfuls of jewels, cramming them into the reusable shopping bag her grocery store had guilted her into buying. A classic smash and grab, she was out of there in minutes.

    Then, she just went home. She was squatting in an old warehouse for Ace Novelties. It had been a Joker Hideout several years ago, abandoned after a tousle with the bat. It'd taken her a full week to clean up the equivalent of a 1 bedroom apartment upstairs, but the rent was free and no one knew she was here. Laughing maniacally, she fell back onto her bed and began raining the jewelry down onto herself... "Ouch! Dangit!" She checked her tooth. A solid bracelet had fallen and popped her right on a tooth. She hoped she didn't chip anything, and bounced into the bathroom to check.

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  2. Manaan

    Manaan The man of your nightmares. Member

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    It had been several years now since Joe Chill had killed his parents, and yet it was a vivid memory that Bruce just could not drive out of his head. It was of course not for lack of trying, but the memory is also what drove him in his pursuit to clean up the streets of Gotham. The shock and awe of witnessing his parents being shot, it was not something he ever wanted another sole to have to remember. He watched how the police were seemingly powerless to do anything all while growing up with no outlet. There were moments where he played the spoiled rich kid well, though Alfred did his best to squash those moments like a cockroach under his shoe.

    Training with the League of Shadows had not been easy, it led to more problems that would haunt Bruce for many years to come, but it also provided the man with the foundation to become something more than he was. It helped him in his quest to be a hero that the people of Gotham needed, dark and brooding, the mantle of the bat was chosen because he feared bats and wanted to use his fear to do good.

    Several years later he had made progress. The Falcone family had been dismantled with Carmine in Arkham, most of the Gotham City Police Department had been uncorrupted, and his work with Wayne Enterprises as the CEO was making great strides in providing jobs for those in need which led to less homeless people on the streets. It wasn't perfect, there was definitely push back from the community at large, both to Batman and Bruce, but it did nothing to deter Bruce from donning the suit and helping out.

    Bruce had been aware of Harleen Quinzel's release from Arkham, he had something to do with her shortened sentence since he had always believed that her undoing had been the Joker from the start. There was little he could do to get her liscence back though, and being swept up in current affairs he failed to reach out and offer her a job working for his company.

    When the batsignal lit the sky Bruce had sighed deeply. He took a final sip of his soup and donned the batsuit once more to meet the aging Commissioner Gordon on the rooftop of GCPD. "What is it Jim?" The deep gravelly voice called out to the gray haired man who took a long drag from his cigarette.

    "I thought you would want to know she is back. Harley," he held out a still image of Harley doing a curtsie in the jewelry store. "This was about an hour ago," but as Jim looked back for Batman there was nothing. The man was gone, vanished as usual, with the roar of his vehicle down below.

    Batman raced for the Joker's old hideouts. Harley may have been mostly unpredictable in a fight, but she was predictable in where she would hide. He knew she had ended things with the Joker, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use their old locations.

    The batmobile pulled up to Ace Novelties, and soon Batman headed in, he was less cautious than he should have been, but he had hoped Harley would not be looking for a fight. "Harley, we need to talk."

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  3. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    Harley had been leaning forward toward her medicine cabinet mirror, pulling back her lip to look at her tooth, turning this way and that to make sure it wasn't chipped when she heard Batman call. "Oh drat." She stopped her heeled boot in frustration, before looking over her shoulder and shouting out, "Don't you have a murder or something to solve, Bats!" Quickly, she began to touch up her lipstick while grumbling, "Bet he doesn't catch Catwoman this quick."

    "Mwuah!" She blew a kiss at her mirror before walking out of the office she'd converted into her apartment and onto the catwalks that overlooked the warehouse floor. She was still dressed to kill in the same outfit from the security tape. A stylized black and red leather jacket over a while top, both styled short to show off her toned midriff. She'd gotten a belly ring since he'd last seen her with a dangling charm that was a very small inverted 'Okay' symbol, which meme savvy folks would recognize when they looked at it and lost 'The Game'. Black leather hip hugging pants went down to a pair of red and black knee high boots, laced from the top of the foot to the knee, with four inch heels. A decorated baseball bat rested up on her shoulder as she struck a pose, looking down at the Dark Knight.

    "You know, Bats... I really expected you to check in on me a while ago." She began strutting down the catwalk, affecting a deep, gruff voice, "I've got my eye on you, Quinn. They may have let you out of Arkham, but I know the jester never falls far from the clown tree." With a lighter, almost childlike innocent voice, she responded to herself, "Oh jeez, Mr. Batman. You don't understand. I'm a changed woman. I've seen the errors of my way and only want to be a good girl now." The parody Batman responded, "We'll see, Quinn. We'll see. Keep on the straight and narrow or else, I'll find and spank you."

    She paused. "Wait, no. That's an entirely different sort of fantasy." She cleared her throat and turned back to smile down at him, "Unless you're interested, of course. That's why you're here, right? I've been a bad, bad girl and need... discipline?"
     
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  4. Manaan

    Manaan The man of your nightmares. Member

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    The voice that greeted him came from above, on the catwalk, he knew it well enough. To tilt his head up enough to see Harley required Batman to bend his back a little bit. His eyes were greeted by the sight of her lovely form, the boots that were alluring to the black leather pants which stopped where her bare midriff was. A new ornament could be seen on her belly button though it was too far to make out exactly what the new piercing was.

    He was humbled by her words, even as she mocked his voice some small part of him knew that Harley was right. He should have come to visit her, though the part about spanking her did surprise him greatly. As if in response to her question Batman shot his grappling gun up toward the catwalk, and soon his frame was lifted off the ground and headed up toward Harley. Batman was forced to grip the ledge of the catwalk and pull himself up, his back and head exposed and vulnerable to an attack.

    "You have been naughty Harley," he said while in the process of lifting his frame up to ledge before rolling quickly like a large fish being brought onto a boat. He made sure his voice hid any surprise by her words while his arms made to protect himself while making it to his feet. It was then his eyes had a better view of her body, the "Okay" symbol on her belly button held his view for far longer than ut should have before his eyes drank in the rest of her lucious body. She was amazingly hot, so much that Bruce was glad he had a preformed bulge in the suit. The area was the thinnest rubber on his suit though, even more than the sides Catwoman had tested and sliced with her claws. "I don't want to fight, make this easy, come quietly, and I am sure we can limit this to a small sentence and some community service."
     
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  5. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    Harley could have attacked him, sure. She could have clobbered him like a baby seal as he pulled himself up. Just the nature of his cowl left the back of his head open. But he armored that part surely, besides, she wasn't done playing yet. She was reached into her cleavage and pulled out a pack of Wrigleys, walking backwards to put more space between them as she unwrapped the gum and slid it between her lips. Properly gummed now, she pointed her bat at him, "For a second there, you had me pretty excited Bats. Telling me I've been a bad girl while coming up to get me. I thought we'd come to an understanding. I'd do bad things, you'd come and spank me, I'd promise to be good, then go steal something else next time I'm in the mood."

    "But no." She blew a lock of blonde hair away from her eyes with a 'pfft'. "All my hopes dashed as you decided to be boring. Rwah!" She smashed the bat against the catwalk, causing the entire rickety structure to shake. She was a long way from the bubbly psychiatrist charmed by the Joker's wiles. She was stronger, faster, all but immune to poison. If she wanted to, she could be a real threat to the streets of Gotham. A real threat to him. "I tried, Bats!" She tapped her chest with the bat, "I tried. I did my time. I told Gordon the location of every Joker stash I knew around the city. He seized millions, maybe billons of dollars because of me. And what do I get, huh? A shitty job bussing tables where I'm 'sposed to just smile and laugh it off when some moke from the burbs grabs my ass while wearing a wedding ring!"

    "And that's not even the worst of it." She stalked toward him. "Do you have any idea how bored I am, Bats? How miserable and bored I am? In prison, at least I had to watch out for Joker's goods and corrupt guards. Before that, every single day was a challenge just to stay alive. Being a villain was fun, it was exciting. Now? Now the highlight of my day is seeing if the bakery on 17th has those black and red cookies I like. You know the ones they based off my old costume? So good."

    "Forget that!" Harley waved away thoughts of those cookies. "That's not the point. Tonight, I went and had some fun. Some real fun. Sure, I broke a few laws, but both the places I hit were insured and ain't got no one in 'em at night. And you know what? I feel alive for the first time in a really, really long time." Her eyes gleamed with madness. Not the murderous madness of her former paramour, but the mania Harley was more know for. Her poor impulse control and high energy made for a potent mix. "So that whole 'Come Quietly' business? Come on Bats, you know a girl wants to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, and you're my devil tonight."

    With a warcry, she came at him with a serious of quick, not too powerful, short swings of the bat, combined with a serious of spinning kicks, not really trying to hurt him, but to spar with him. To make him block her and test his defenses. She wanted to dance, so she danced, but did he know the steps?
     
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  6. Manaan

    Manaan The man of your nightmares. Member

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    Batman listened to Harley talk. This is good, he said to himself in the beginning. Even if the conversation wasn't steered in the right direction a non-viokent outcome with Harley was going to be much preferred to a violent one. Soon it became more and more clear she wasn't going to buy in, but there was a problem with standing in front if her in the newer outfit, she was more attractive. Underneath the suit Batman was still Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy with a reputation for sleeping around although the actual number of women he bedded was definitely lower than the media had projected.

    The first swing of the baseball bat caught Batman off guard as it hit his right bicep. The blow was quick and up his arms went to protect his face. While he could tell she hadn't put her full might into the swing it still hurt as the man backpedelled while another quick swing came for his head. He ducked and parried the next shot which sent Harley into a spin where a surprise kick landed on his left side. There was a thud as the weakest part of his torso was connected with.

    Bruce contorted his face with a twinge of pain as another kick swiped his face. That would leave a mark later, but there was no time to dwell on it. He had to stop her half hearted attack. The next kick came and Batman grabbed Harley's leg and lifted her up in the air and slammed her down onto her back. It almost certainly had to knock the wind out of her a little bit. He backed up a step out of her reach and looked down. "We could have done this the easy way Harleen," he knew using her real name had a chance of pissing her off, and in the past the Joker had always reeled her in when he said it and without thinking he did so again. There was no Joker here though just and unleashed Harley who was noticably not trying as hard.

    He waited for her to stand back up before swinging his right hand into her stomach and then he took some power off a left hook that connected with the right side of Harley's face. With a swift motion he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his bright yellow utility belt and dangled them in his right hand. "Ready to try these on?"
     
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  7. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    "Come on, Bats! Where's the spark, where's the fire!" She went to boot him in the center of the chest where his armor was the thickest, only for him to show a little initiative and grab her foot. Next think she knew, she was slamming down on the catwalk, the entire metal structure shaking. "Oof!" It took her a moment to recover, but he gave her the time. So gentlemanly.

    Then he called her Harleen.

    Son of a gun. Harleen.

    "Who do you think you are?!?!" Harley's back arched as she did a kip-up, bouncing back to her feet and getting ready to give Batman a piece of her mind when she walked right into a gut punch, followed by a sock to the side of the face. As she laid face down back on the catwalk, with the taste of blood in her mouth, it occurred to her just how out of practice she was. She rolled onto her back and smiled up at him, her teeth pink. She pointed up at the handcuffs, "Oh, B-Man, if only I thought you'd use those handcuffs the way I want."

    Her bright, manic eyes found his, darkened underneath the eye holes of his cowl. "You ever think about that? Really think about it? You run around at night, dressed all in your black leather suit. You fight these naughty, naughty girls who dress like such sluts. You know bad girls like to fuck. Maybe it's you and your bat cock that can turn them around, show them the light." Her foot reached forward, sliding up and down the side of his boot. She doubted he could really feel it, but it was fun to do, and that was the point of the night.

    "Ivy and I used to talk about you. Ivy doesn't much care for boys, or humans in general, but especially males. Even she wondered what it would be like for us to share you. She'd hit you with some pheremones, tie you up with some vines, then we'd see what there was to see." She leaned up a bit, "Just between you and me, when Ivy and I would do our thing, sometimes I'd imagine what it would be like for you to be there too. Don't tell anyone." She held a finger up to her red lips and shushed him softly.

    "It's okay, Bats. I know I'm bad and you're good so we can't really have what I want." She sighed and shook her head. "Ahh well." Abruptly, she rammed her foot right into the Bat groin, fully expecting him to have a solid cup under there, then swung her bat up at his face... but not into his face. Instead, it stopped right in front of his nose as a poof of pink gas sprayed all over him. "Don't worry B-Man. Just a little sleep gas. I have an entirely different plan to put a smile on your face. Nighty-night."
     
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  8. Manaan

    Manaan The man of your nightmares. Member

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    Harley had done a fine job of distracting the Dark Knight. Her subject about him fighting against the bad girls of Gotham was interesting to say the keast and not something he had put from her perspective. While his suit was more foam rubber than leather, a minor point, she had nonetheless sexualizdd his encounters to a small degree. It would make concentrating a bit more difficult and in this case he eyed her from a different point.

    Harley had always been beautuful, but there had hardly ever been enough time to truly analyze how good she looked. The new outfit was erotic and hot, not innapropriate by any means, especially in Gotham, and his eyes drank in her prone form as she rubbed her leg against his boot. Sure he couldn't feel it, but the symbolism was there and soon the blood flow to his crotch increased dramatically as the preformed bulge was soon filled with his hardened cock. The thinnest part of his suit was there, that was designed to give him flexibility if something like this ever happened as his manhood pressed against the the material.

    He never saw her boot coming as it landed swiftly against his balls. His eyes went wide in pain as he doubled over into the pink cloud from the end of her baseball bat. "Uh, oh... Har....ley..... noooo...." his vision was blackening quickly as he stumbled backward. There was nothing he could do to stop it though as he fell forward with a thud, his cape flopping over his head. The great Batman was down for the count.
     
  9. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    "Ooof!" Harley grunted as he fell forward onto him, the Batface falling right into her cleavage. She looked down at him with a smirk, stroking the back of his cowl, "Don't worry, B-Man. It happens to every guy. Believe me. Mr. J was at best a 50-50 shot." She pushed him off of her and got back to her feet, dusting off her ass as she looked down at him. "Hmm... what to do, what to do. I could kill him." She knelt down, made a finger gun and put it against his forehead. "Bang." She sighed a bit, "Seems like a waste though. You aren't a bad guy, believe me, I know bad guys. You're just a square."

    She rubbed her chin, "If I just leave you here, you're going to keep chasing me. Probably go back to where ever you make your toys and make an antidote for my sleep gas first." She smiled, "Getting chased is pretty flattering. Getting pursued by the guy for a change." Her eyes widened as inspiration struck. "OMG." She looked down at him, "I just got the best idea. I mean, you wouldn't like it, at least, you wouldn't admit you liked it. We're going to play a game. Just like you play with the rest of your rogue's gallery. Well... maybe not /just/ like."

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    This wasn't the first time Batman woke up restrained. Villains love deathtraps and ironic deaths. They love it so much they don't just shoot him in the face and be done with it. Instead, they give him an opportunity to get free and defeat him.

    That said, this might be the first time he woke up quite like this. Most of his costume was still on. His gloves and boots were missing and based on how it felt, his wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the four posts of a canopy bed. The posts were sturdy enough that they didn't bend or creak if he pulled. The room was lit with roughly 100 red candles. A soft, spiced incense was burning in the background. A pair of plush Hyenas smiled at him from a shelf beside the bed.

    Harley was whistling happily to herself as she busied herself about the room. She'd changed into a new outfit, one that was more fetishistic if anything else. She had one sheer black stocking and one sheer red stocking, with black and red stilettos on opposite feat. Because she was bent over, he had a clear view of her red lace thong, largely because she was wearing a super short nurses outfit with a red candy striper hat. When she turned back to the bed, she had a tray in her hands, and her uniform was short enough to show her red and black themed brassiere. A 'Quinn' nametag completed the outfit.

    Walking over, she sat the tray on the bed. Upon it was a scalpel, a mug, a shaving brush, and a straight razor. "Time to clean you up, Mr. Batman." She picked up the scalpel. "Try to stay still. You really dont want me to cut you." Leaning over, she began to use the scalpel to start cutting away the crotch of his costume. "So you know, I don't intend to kill you. Probably won't hurt you," she glanced up with a wicked smile. "Like I said, I just wanted to have some fun. And I'm going to have fun with you. You're so big and strong, if I get this open and you have steroid shrivel, I can't even tell you how disappointed I'm going to be." She looked back up, "If that is the case, I'm taking pictures and updating my Instagram." Wraggling her eyebrows, she added, "I'm hoping you've got an impressive BatWang. If so, I'll still take pictures, but just for me. Honest Injun. Wait... that's sort of racist. Scouts honor. I wasn't a scout, but you get it. Or you're going to."

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    Manaan The man of your nightmares. Member

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    His head was swimming as the effects of the knockout gas wore off. Batman should have known better, he cursed himself for not being more vigilant and aware of potential hazards. The Joker surely would have used similar ploys he should expect the same from Harley. Before opening his eyes Batman learned as much as he could about his oresent condition. He could tell the cowl was still on his face, as was the majority of his suit on his body. He felt cold metal against his wrists and ankles as they were spread. Bound with handcuffs most likely, other than that he could tell that the surface was soft on his back, unexpected for sure but nice. He tested his arms and legs, no budging at all and so he opened his eyes to see what more he could learn. The atmosphere was dim, the posts on the bed were solid, and Batman caught sight of a red thong and two pasty white ass cheeks staring at him.

    The ensemble Harley had chosen was quite erotic, and Nurse Harley would make any patient stiff in the pants. If cum extractor was a needed position at a hospital she would have been perfect for the job. He filled the inside of his suit with his hardened manhood, he couldn't help it since there was not much else to look at other than plush hyenas. Likely some real ones were around, but Batman didn't dare ask about them as Harley approached.

    "Please don't do this Harley," Batman pleaded with less gravel than normal in his voice. Of course he knew she wasn't likely to stop, Harley had been persistent in many things and her leash was free. As the material of his crotch was cut open Bruce's cock sprang out of the hole toward its freedom. No longer held back in its confines he was happy to be able to have a release of the pressure mounting while it had pressed against the material of his suit.

    Harley would find that he was mostly neatly trimmed down below, not bald by any means, but Bruce kept his hairs shorter and neat. Batman let his eyes drink in the view of the flesh she showed on her breasts while leaned over. He couldn't help himself, he was naturally curious.
     
  11. Corinthi

    Corinthi Refugee from the Spider-Verse Member

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    "Oh my god..." She looked up at his face with wide, shocked eyes. "Oh, B-Man. If I knew you were packin' this sort of ordinance, I don't know if I'da kicked ya earlier. I mean, look at this thing? No wonder you built a bulge into the suit. Just between you and me, I've seen a lot of cock thrown about. Went to med school and all, but this thing? It's beautiful." The delicate, pale fingers of her right hand wrapped around his manhood, or at least, most of the way around. Her fingers and thumb couldn't quite reach. Her hand was cool against the skin that had been so heated inside the suit.

    "And it's happy to see me." She looked directly at the cock. "Momma's happy to see you, baby." She leaned in and pressed her lips right against his crown before stealing a quick lick with the tip of her tongue along his slit, scooping up a flavorful little bead of precum. "Mmm..." Licking her lips, she looked back up at him, "You know, Ivy once suggested we capture you and have our way with you, but I wasn't feeling it. I was wrong. So very wrong."

    "But!" She popped up from his cock, "First things first. You're tidy, but I want you smooth. Silky smooth. Plus, using a straight razor so close is going to be a hoot. One slip and you're celebrating hanukkah." Whistling as she worked worked up a lather, she began applying it around his base. "You're going to be so pretty. Guys always expect us to shave, but when it's time for us to go down, pube city. Blech. Now that I've got you where I want you, I'm going to have you like I want you." The strait razor make a swipe, denuding him of hair in it's path. Any up and down motion of her hand as she maneuvered his cock around was 'purely' accidental, honest.

    As she shaved him, she explained, "So I had an idea, Batman. Technically, I guess this is rape, but who are you going to tell? Gonna go to the commish and tell him about the time Harley got the better of you, and I mean /really/ got the better of you." She winked up at him, not looking as she shaved along his balls, but still not cutting him. "After I'm done with you, I'm going to just leave you here, give you a couple hours to get loose before I call in an anonymous tip. You'll come looking for me again, because I have to pay, and I'm going to do my level best to capture you and ride you like a rodeo bull, then leave you again. If you stop looking for me, I'll just rob a couple joints to motivate you again. I think this is a much better game than death traps and machine gun ambushes. Wouldn't you agree?"

    Leaning back, she grabbed a towel and used it to clean up the lingering shaving cream. "Mmmm, now that's nice. Here, feel how smooth this is." Like a cat, she leaned forward and slowly dragged her tongue across his freshly shaved balls.
     
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