"You know, it's been a while since I've had any...oral pleasure," she chuckles as she stars to pull down her red and black tights, giving you a glimpse of her womanhood before hiding it in fein modesty, giggling. "I think that's what I'll do," she gets closer, "a short break and then back to torturing you. Stick your tongue out!" She snaps.
You refuse, shaking your head softly, fearfully.
Harley smiles, lifting a baby mallet and swinging it far above her head and then quickly barreling it down towards your privates as you eagerly, desperately stick out your tongue, the mallet stops just barely grazing your semi-soft shaft. "That's a good boy," she says, almost seductively.
She lowers herself, her pussy onto your face, and you get the first taste of the sour unpleasantness of Quinn's crotch. Your gurgle and spurt, suffocated under her shaved folds, your tongue and nose buried deep inside her as you moan, suffering.
"I'm never gonna get off this way," she says down to you, acutely aware of the double meaning of her words as she laughs and pushes her body further, practically laying on me, moist, warm vagina in my face. "I'm waiting," she singsongs.
Tepidly you run you tongue around her ridges, digging around inside her in between whimpers of frustration and horror; she shudders finally and you go after that spot, vigorous, quickly, like a spear; rolling it around with desperation as Harley softly moans and pushes her vagina deeper on your face until you are practically wearing her as a mask.
Running out of breath, you shake your head desperately, to please her or to just get out from under her and enjoy air again; tears stream down your face as you lick and lick until finally she creams, spurting over your face but she quickly lifts back to a sitting position, her butt over your face now, asshole puckered out deep...oh, god...she's gonna...
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrraaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppp!
As her pussy continued to leak down your chin and neck, you nose was buried in a veritable hell, forced to deeply inhale the contents of her colon after being suffocated so close to death under her crotch.
You scream which breaks down into a vicious cough as Quinn seals your face under her butt with a satisfied smile. "I always work up a nice fart after my orgasm," she says proudly, unashamed.
Under her, you try with great effort to free your head from under her putrid, sewer ass which only seemed to get worse, her asshole the epicenter of her toxic gas, holding on to her many blasts like a filter to further torment her victims; it's possible her ass hadn't been cleaned in years, the accumulated stink ungodly and putrid. You gag.
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