Harley Quinn Smith Nude の小説・ストーリー

Heath drawls, just trying to rile her up at this point. “I am not in a mood!” Kimmy sits up and shouts at him. Heath has never considered himself to be a sleaze or a voyer, but he would have to be a dead as a door nail stiff to not let his eyes fall to the temptation suddenly on display that is Kimmy's naked upper body.

On her wrists and ankles were chains coated in wolfsbane. She screamed in agony as they burnt her skin. “I’m 10x stronger than you. Cut the bullshit shit and tell me how you knew Eve’s mum was having an affair.” All Harley did was spit on her shoe in response. “I see you’re not ready. When you are ready, call my name.” Harley thrashed against the shackles but they just burnt her skin more by the minute. Amanda walked out whistling and snapped a finger, a tape appearing and sealing Harley’s mouth shut.

“I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.” “What about suicide?” Althea lets the words out easily, just like she would in any other mundane conversations, as if the words didn’t describe the only escape for a tortured soul. “Four times,” answers Harley with a smirk on the lips. “I obviously failed miserably. I was also punished, each time.” Harley rolls his sleeves up, uncovering a series of multiple scars extending through his arms. The scars on his wrists seem erratic, of different sizes and depths, contrasting with the precise scars littering the rest of his arms. The thin line

Harley dropped his phone and smirked. “Are you trying to take my mind off Zack and Lexy by seducing me?” “What, no I…I wasn't.” Marietta said, trying to move back. Harley used his quick reflex and pulled her by her waist, making her sit on his lap facing him a devilish smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes were dark with desire, “Why run when you've already succeeded in making me want you.” He said, sliding his right hand down from her waist to her ass and giving it a gentle squeeze making her moan.

This is the way it should have been always. This is more than sex. This is another level of euphoria that even drugs can't give. My nails dig into her hips, pulling her closer as I slam harder, her body under me squirming. "Xavier!" Harley cries loudly. Her hips shake, lips tremble, and she arches her back. I feel her pussy grip my cock in a death grip as she comes hard, drenching my cock with her juices.

The ground rumbled beneath my feet. Harley clapped her hands together. “This is the best part. Can you feel it? The tension? The adrenaline? The anticipation of the race is almost better than the race itself.” “I doubt the dudes in the cars feel the same way.” “I don’t give a damn how they feel,” Harley said. Then she pulled off her red shirt. Underneath she was wearing a strappy black bra under a mesh tank top. Her black pants had gold buttons up the hips and the boots she wore came up over her knees. She stepped off the gravel and onto the pavement and walked out to the middle of the road.

Something is definitely up with Evan. I meet up with them sitting down, and celebrating my victory while showing them my backup moves for Harley next move. I kept swiping the pics and video I took naked of them; feel for the poor guy, I can blurred out his image tho, and how the guys was so easy to take on. That was how I remembered Hans is still tied up. Hahahahaha, suits you well Hans and Harley Frinkles, and whatever punishment you received Harley. #Harley Who the h*ll is that Cheryl Blossom? Who the f*ck does she think she's hunn. You think you're hard to get hunn? Just wait till I show you who the boss is really is.

I turned my eyes away surprised at his openness. “Ah… wa-w-what are you doing?” I stuttered, “I don’t want to rip my clothes” he said pulling off his boots, “You might want to do the same, if you want to have something to put on again when we get there”. I looked back at him and he now stood in nothing but his boxer briefs with his hands on his hips, staring directly me. A breath got caught in my throat. I have only ever seen Gunner this naked before. Smith is seriously good looking and he was making no attempt to hide himself. A heat ran through my body and I felt a tingle in my legs and an ache in my lower abdomen. What the fuck is wrong with me right now? I love Gunner so why would I be o

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

After some time, Hartwell withdrew and zipped up his trousers, wiping a wet streak of cum off his shaft. Quin lay limp and sweaty across his desk. Recovering from her orgasm, she got up, smoothing her gown down. She felt dirty, used and incredibly alive. Returning to his chair, Hartwell looked perfectly calm apart from the beads of sweat on his forehead. Reaching for her phone, he held it out expectantly. "Phone." She took out her phone, unlocked it and gave it to him. He typed in his contact and added it to the contact book. Mr. Smith.