Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy first Sex

The night was hot, the air thick with anticipation. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, two of DC's most iconic and seductive women, were about to embark on a wild ride of pleasure. Harley, with her raven hair and tattoos that seemed to dance on her skin, was ready for action. Poison Ivy, lush and green with a wild beauty, was no stranger to the heat between them. They met in a secret club, a place where their desires could run free. The room was dimly lit, the air filled with the scent of exotic flowers and something else, something more primal.

Harley strutted in, her curves accentuated by the tight leather outfit that hugged every inch of her. She carried a bag filled with toys, a promise of what was to come. Poison Ivy was already there, her bare skin glistening under the soft light. Her eyes, dark and hungry, followed Harley as she approached. Harley dropped the bag, pulling out a large dildo, already slick with lube. Poison Ivy's eyes widened, her lips parting as she watched Harley stroke the toy, her wet pussy clenching in anticipation.

Harley climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. She slipped the dildo into her, her back arching as she moaned. Poison Ivy watched, her own fingers finding their way to her clit, rubbing in a slow, rhythmic motion. Harley's eyes fluttered closed, her hips moving in time with the toy. Poison Ivy couldn't resist any longer, she crawled onto the bed, her hands caressing Harley's thighs. She leaned in, her tongue joining the dance, tasting Harley's sweet juices.

Harley's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in Poison Ivy's hair. Ivy's tongue found her G-spot, making Harley squirm and moan. Harley reached into the bag, pulling out a set of nipple clamps. She snapped them onto Ivy's nipples, making her gasp. Ivy's body writhed, her hips grinding against Harley's. Harley, her body on fire, decided it was time to give Ivy a taste of her own medicine. She flipped them over, straddling Ivy's face.

Ivy's tongue was a blur, licking and sucking Harley's clit. Harley reached back, grabbing a small vibrator from the bag. She turned it on, her fingers guiding it to Ivy's ass. Ivy's scream was muffled by Harley's wet pussy. Harley fucked Ivy's face, her own pleasure building. She felt Ivy's body tense, felt her own orgasm close. She came, her body shaking, her voice a primal scream.

Ivy, her face glistening with Harley's juices, smiled. She flipped Harley over, her tongue plunging into Harley's pussy. Harley moaned, her hands grasping onto Ivy's shoulders. Ivy's fingers found Harley's ass, her fingers slipping inside. Harley screamed, her body convulsing. Ivy's tongue and fingers worked together, pushing Harley over the edge again.

The night was just beginning, and Harley and Ivy were ready for anything. This was their world, their playground. And they were just getting started."