Work It, Harley!
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
“If you thought it would be that easy, then your even crazier than I thought.” Batman smirked. As intimidating as his scowling glare could be, that smile of his easily got a shiver to jolt right up Harley’s spine. To know that what she craved so badly was still just out of her reach made her shiver all over with goosebumps. And yet, as she bit her lip to stifle a whimper, failing miserably in her attempt, she still persisted for what she desired, “What do I gotta do next? I don’t care what I gotta do! My mouth, pussy, ass, they’ll do anything for you!”
“You’re mistaken, Harley. What I want is for you to use everything but them on me. Show me that you are more than just orifices that I can use to get out my frustrations. That is, unless you don’t think you’re up for the challenge.” As soon as he said that, the look on Harley’s face screamed ravenous determination. Batman lied back onto the bed, hands behind his head as he waited for her to get started. Soon, Harley was crawling on top of him, allowing him to breathe in her sweet, lustful scent before brought something rather tantalizing to his gaze as she spoke, “That leaves me with one option, Bats. Or should I say, two options. Two big and bouncy options.”
With a heave, Harley buried her boyfriend’s face into her cleavage, letting out a mad giggle as she began to jiggle her girls against him. Once again, Batman breathed her sexy scent and left her to work her magic on him. Harley pushed down on her boobs, sinking her hands into the malleable orbs of fat and muscle and ground them into Batman’s chiseled features. She bounced them repeatedly onto him, her nipples growing harder and harder the more played her man. Soon she let him take a deep breath as she worked her way down his body, still bumping and grinding her titties into his rock solid body. Feeling his skin against hers drove Harley even more insane, as always, and soon she reached between her legs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice stopped her dead in her tracks, and as confused and wide eyes stared back at him, Batman said, “Your trying to make me feel good, not yourself. Granted, you’ve breasts have done an admirable job, but is that really the best you’ve got?” Under different circumstances, anyone insulting her girls would immediately get the business end of her mallet, but Harley wouldn’t dare try that on Batman. Not anymore. Instead, she flashed him a dirty look and said, “If you think that’s all I got, then you’re the crazy one!” Suddenly, Harley scooted down right to Batman’s crotch, backing up her plump booty until it made contact with his erection. Batman thought she was about to violate his rule, but instead he soon found his cock wedged between only her ass cheeks.
“Like a hot dog in a bun, but you get to fluffy, soft, big buns. You luck, lucky man.” Harley sounded confident, but she was crossing her fingers as she began to rut her butt lightly back and up and down on his hard pole. Practically twerking her butt against his cock, she knew that it would be so easy to sit herself right on his rod, and it was killing her not to. Batman could see that, it was evident all over her face. Such a sight was delicious.
“How do you like this?!” Harley practically shouted as her hormones grew stronger with every movement of her behind. She clenched her ass around the cock repeatedly as she bounced up and down onto it, basically using her butt cheeks as a masturbation tool for Batman. Juices dripped repeatedly from her cunt, and again she whimpered as her core cried out for her fingers. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to focus on her work and not on how great it felt. She could feel Batman throbbing in her butt crack, but this was a guy who once tossed Superman across a room. The control he had over his muscles may be too much for her to handle. What would give first? Her needs or his?
“You’re mistaken, Harley. What I want is for you to use everything but them on me. Show me that you are more than just orifices that I can use to get out my frustrations. That is, unless you don’t think you’re up for the challenge.” As soon as he said that, the look on Harley’s face screamed ravenous determination. Batman lied back onto the bed, hands behind his head as he waited for her to get started. Soon, Harley was crawling on top of him, allowing him to breathe in her sweet, lustful scent before brought something rather tantalizing to his gaze as she spoke, “That leaves me with one option, Bats. Or should I say, two options. Two big and bouncy options.”
With a heave, Harley buried her boyfriend’s face into her cleavage, letting out a mad giggle as she began to jiggle her girls against him. Once again, Batman breathed her sexy scent and left her to work her magic on him. Harley pushed down on her boobs, sinking her hands into the malleable orbs of fat and muscle and ground them into Batman’s chiseled features. She bounced them repeatedly onto him, her nipples growing harder and harder the more played her man. Soon she let him take a deep breath as she worked her way down his body, still bumping and grinding her titties into his rock solid body. Feeling his skin against hers drove Harley even more insane, as always, and soon she reached between her legs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice stopped her dead in her tracks, and as confused and wide eyes stared back at him, Batman said, “Your trying to make me feel good, not yourself. Granted, you’ve breasts have done an admirable job, but is that really the best you’ve got?” Under different circumstances, anyone insulting her girls would immediately get the business end of her mallet, but Harley wouldn’t dare try that on Batman. Not anymore. Instead, she flashed him a dirty look and said, “If you think that’s all I got, then you’re the crazy one!” Suddenly, Harley scooted down right to Batman’s crotch, backing up her plump booty until it made contact with his erection. Batman thought she was about to violate his rule, but instead he soon found his cock wedged between only her ass cheeks.
“Like a hot dog in a bun, but you get to fluffy, soft, big buns. You luck, lucky man.” Harley sounded confident, but she was crossing her fingers as she began to rut her butt lightly back and up and down on his hard pole. Practically twerking her butt against his cock, she knew that it would be so easy to sit herself right on his rod, and it was killing her not to. Batman could see that, it was evident all over her face. Such a sight was delicious.
“How do you like this?!” Harley practically shouted as her hormones grew stronger with every movement of her behind. She clenched her ass around the cock repeatedly as she bounced up and down onto it, basically using her butt cheeks as a masturbation tool for Batman. Juices dripped repeatedly from her cunt, and again she whimpered as her core cried out for her fingers. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to focus on her work and not on how great it felt. She could feel Batman throbbing in her butt crack, but this was a guy who once tossed Superman across a room. The control he had over his muscles may be too much for her to handle. What would give first? Her needs or his?
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