Ivy’a soft touch drove Harley crazy, all she wanted to do was rip Ivy’s close to the floor. The part that disuturbed Batman the most was he couldn’t tell either it was his or Harley’s ambition that drove him. Ivy pulled Batman close, their breasts slammed against each other as Ivy moaned.
In between deep, passionate kisses, Ivy moaned out her words.
“Harley…. Oh! How I missed you! Come here!….. Yes, yes, kiss me harder!”
It was clear Ivy missed her beloved but Batman impersonating Harley felt no emotion. The wet private under his pants drove him forward. Batman held Ivy’s perfect birthing hips as their bodies become one flesh, or so it felt like.
“Yes, sweetums! I missed your touch! Hahaha!”
The words felt Harley’s mouth without Batman’s forethought. Damn, thought Batman, I’ll slowly become Harley.
Just as Ivy unclasped Harley’s bra, and threw it to the floor, an alarm blared over all of Arkham. Red lights filled the near empty hall as Ivy took Harley’s hand. Still in the mood, Batman was more than willing to follow Ivy.
“Sweetums, what about my bra?”
“Leave it! They ran toward a locked door, Harley’s endowed breast bounced everywhere. “You look better with it, trust me.”
The door slid open and the women escaped Arkham with the help of someone who had total control over the asylum’s security system. After what felt like an eternity, the woman stood on a long forgotten dock.
In the distance, a small boat came their way.
Ivy fondled Harley’s breasts and the woman couldn’t help but moan.
“Yes sweetums, more of that. Oh! Definitely that!”
“Get a room, you two!” Called the masked driver. “We got three minutes before they find us!”
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