[ A low, lusty snarl rolls out of Helena Bertinelli in the spare second before her teeth glide along the length of Harley Quinn's neck; their legs are entwined, their slick cunts gliding against one another as Helena's hands roam over the addicting, fucking immaculate perfection that is the other woman's body. By now, Helena's stopped caring about whether this is a smart or safe thing to do, and she's most certainly stopped caring about anyone finding out. Hell, if it was a secret before, it stopped being a secret to anyone that mattered when Dinah walked in on them a week ago and expressed zero surprise at the sight of Helena's face buried between the jester's winding legs.
No, all she really cares about is the taste of Harley's skin on her sweeping tongue, the tightened stiffness of her nipple between the graze of fingers practiced in pulling triggers, the sounds Helena's pulling out of her with every kiss and bite and squeeze and grind. Just...Harley, herself. It's why she chose to surprise her tonight, slipping into new lingerie (a mildly expensive lace colored the same deep purple as her costumevigilante uniform), throwing on a slightly conspicuous trenchcoat and taking a ride over to Harley's place without even checking if she was in.
Harley wasn't home when Helena broke in took advantage of an open window, but Bruce was chewing in, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she walked right in with a sandwich in her mouth. Helena had left her bike hidden in the alleyway outside so her presence would remain a surprise until she returned and saw Helena's traditional outfit all folded up on the kitchen counter to let Harley know whose bed Goldilocks is sleeping in, as if the lack of porridge and presence of a crossbow on the same kitchen counter wasn't evidence enough.
Helena had given Bruce his favourite Elmo toy to distract him, and spent the next ten minutes on Harley's bed trying to find a sexy pose that was also comfortable. She'd settled on the "oh, you're home? And here I was, lounging here in my lingrie with my leg up and my hand behind my head like I always do at home" pose. Then the door had opened, and Harley was there, and now they're here, wrapped up in one another and swiftly beginning to gleam with the sweat of exertion as freakin' fire courses through her. Helena's words are a husky whisper against Harley's neck: ] In case I didn't say it already, surprise.
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[ A low, lusty snarl rolls out of Helena Bertinelli in the spare second before her teeth glide along the length of Harley Quinn's neck; their legs are entwined, their slick cunts gliding against one another as Helena's hands roam over the addicting, fucking immaculate perfection that is the other woman's body. By now, Helena's stopped caring about whether this is a smart or safe thing to do, and she's most certainly stopped caring about anyone finding out. Hell, if it was a secret before, it stopped being a secret to anyone that mattered when Dinah walked in on them a week ago and expressed zero surprise at the sight of Helena's face buried between the jester's winding legs.
No, all she really cares about is the taste of Harley's skin on her sweeping tongue, the tightened stiffness of her nipple between the graze of fingers practiced in pulling triggers, the sounds Helena's pulling out of her with every kiss and bite and squeeze and grind. Just...Harley, herself. It's why she chose to surprise her tonight, slipping into new lingerie (a mildly expensive lace colored the same deep purple as her
costumevigilante uniform), throwing on a slightly conspicuous trenchcoat and taking a ride over to Harley's place without even checking if she was in.Harley wasn't home when Helena
broke intook advantage of an open window, but Bruce was chewing in, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she walked right in with a sandwich in her mouth. Helena had left her bike hidden in the alleyway outside so her presence would remain a surprise until she returned and saw Helena's traditional outfit all folded up on the kitchen counter to let Harley know whose bed Goldilocks is sleeping in, as if the lack of porridge and presence of a crossbow on the same kitchen counter wasn't evidence enough.Helena had given Bruce his favourite Elmo toy to distract him, and spent the next ten minutes on Harley's bed trying to find a sexy pose that was also comfortable. She'd settled on the "oh, you're home? And here I was, lounging here in my lingrie with my leg up and my hand behind my head like I always do at home" pose. Then the door had opened, and Harley was there, and now they're here, wrapped up in one another and swiftly beginning to gleam with the sweat of exertion as freakin' fire courses through her. Helena's words are a husky whisper against Harley's neck: ] In case I didn't say it already, surprise.