Weird, that for how often that nickname truly grated against her ears to hear repeated by the accursed tongue of her snake-like partner… that now, it spread an even wider grin, were it possible, across Poison Ivy’s lip. “‘Reeed?’~” She giggled in a less-than-flattering impression of Harley’s voice. “What is iiit?” She teased.
Ivy knew what she wanted, and she knew Harley couldn’t last a few more seconds without giving it to her. Harley’s squeals filled her with a new sense of adrenaline; her eyes flashed with opportunity, and her hand raised back to the side of her head as she dwindled her fingers in the air, thinking viciously about what she might do next. Of course, the thought grazed her mind; to make Harley work extra hard for it, but that’d just be mean. Harley was being such a good girl right now! And shouldn’t that be rewarded?
“Mhmmhmm…” Ivy chuckled menacingly to herself. “You dirty slut…” As she spoke, her hand slipped down, coursing her fingers across Harley’s inner thigh as she flew closer and closer by her wet pussy, the strands of juice already felt by her curious fingers. “Tell me what you want.” She whispered, leaning her head down close by Harley’s ear. “Something like…”
Without warning, her hand suddenly slid upwards; dipping two of her fingers right into Harley’s wet pussy and finding her pearl in an instant, rubbing it raw between two fingers only for a taste of what to come; “This?...” She giggled, gauging Harley’s reactions before she instantly pulled her fingers back out.
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