Even though the other woman was tempting, Miles found himself drawn back to Harley Quinn. He couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness over her, despite knowing that she wasn't real and this was all just a game. With a grin, he walked up to her, standing close enough that their bodies brushed against each other with every movement.
"So," he said, his voice low and husky, "What do you say, Harley? Want to have some fun?"
with you, i guess so. she laughs so you got that black cock heh?
"Well, it's not exactly mine," Miles drawled with a wink. "But I'm more than happy to share it with you." He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly as he spoke, revealing just how much he was enjoying himself in this pocket dimension.
"Why don't we find somewhere private and see how good it feels?" he suggested, a predatory grin curving his lips upward.
He chuckles before leaning forward to take your balls in his hand, rolling them around gently in his palm as he brings them up to his lips. "Mmm," he hums, closing his eyes as the salty flavor of your skin fills his mouth. "Perfect."
i plop right down, my fat pale ass swallows your cock
His eyes fly open at the feel of something warm and soft pressing against his erection. He looks down to see you sitting directly in front of him, your pale, puckered hole just inches from the head of his cock. Before he can even react, you lower yourself further, taking him into your body with a single smooth motion.
"Fuuuck!" He cries out, throwing his head back as you engulf him completely. His hands fly to your hips, digging into your flesh as he tries to hold onto you.