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Harley raised her hand, her palm feeling her puddin' for a temperature. "I was so worried, Brucy," she said, her other hand coming to rest against his back. Batman began to resist, to pull away from the insane super clown girl. But his efforts were less meaningful now than before. She pulled him toward her, his cheek touching the soft, warm flesh of her exposed tits. He couldn't believes how BIG they were. So ROUND and FIRM. Each pale breast stood proudly without bra, their pale smooth tops exposed to the night air. Harley was barely covered by her black evening wear.
"Don't worry, puddin' momma's here." she cooed, her hand moving down Bruce's back to his exposed bottom. cupping him there, she raised him up to where their hips met. Bruce shivered a little. The air was so cool. And he was exposed, so exposed. "Now, now," Harley patted him on the back as her other hand guided him to her hip. "You just do what big Harley tell's you." She began to walk toward the bed. "And I say," she continued, "that it's time for little vengeful boys to go to bed." She put him down on the bed.
Bruce rose, trying to leave, but she put a finger on his chest. "You can't do this." He said, besechingly up at her. "IF you keep me here, people may die." Harley sighed, silly boy. He obviously wasn't competent to handle his own affairs. Even though he was so damn cute. "No, someone is forgetting something." She said, a high pitched tone you might use with a simple animal. Batman glared at her, "What?" She reached down, lifting up her nightie. "First," she said, getting onto the bed. Her large pendulous breasts hung down, touching her elbows. Her back arched, putting her heart shaped ass in profile. Bruce's excitement was painful to view. "I beat you before, and someone isn't quite as big as back then, hmmm." She giggled, and crawled forward. Bruce's eyes widened, "wai-arghle" he began to turn purple. His hands struggled, pushing against the enormous mass that pinned him to the bed, squeezing him unable to breath.
He couldn't move this weight. It was too heavy. One of Harley's enormous tits. Its flesh spread over trunk. It's flesh smothering him. Both his hands raised up, and yet he still couldn't contain the mighty, super titty that spread over him. His hands sank into that flesh and to his shame, his hard-on began to throb, desperate to interact with the female boob that had him pinned.
Harley was just sitting their. She looked down with a pleased expression. Her eyes searing into him. That's right, she seemed to say, just my breast, the softest part of me could end you. And Bruce finally broke his silence. "Please." Harley raised up, "Yessss?" she asked. Bruce scowled. "Your much stronger than me." Harley let out a little giggle. "Yes, I am," she leaned forward, kissing him. Her larger tongue pushed his out of the way. She broke off, watching as he coughed. He looked like someone who had just deep throated a guy. She had to be careful. "But Mommy Harley doesn't like having to play rough." She picked him up and rolled over, laying him on top of her wide, muscled body. "My body, is a vast pleasure world, for you." She stroked his back. "If you'll just realize if I could do this, I've made sure everything in town is taken care of." She caressed him gently until they both fell asleep.
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