"...I'll be wanting several more barrels of goo before I use Little Miss Mary against her brother. No, I won't tell you what I want it for, not on the phone.Would you like me to make a house call? Yeah, I didn't think so."
He hung up the phone, put it back into his pocket, and turned his attention to Harley, who was watching Mary writhing against her bonds as her mind was reprogrammed. Of course, the Motley Moll couldn't actually see anything through the black goo, but she was
using her imagination. The image in her head was sexy as hell, and it was turning her on something fierce, so she'd slip her hand into the lower part of her costume and was vigorously finger-fucking herself.
The Joker grabbed her arm and pulled her hand out. Harley froze, afraid she'd done something wrong and that a beating was imminent. Fortunately, the Clown Prince of Crime merely licked her fingers clean. then he unceremoniously pushed her to the ground, yanked
the lower part of her costume down, and began gorging himself on her pussy. Harley yowled in ecstasy and dug her fingers into his emerald hair.
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