[Dinah's sat against a red wall. Her dreads are a complete mess and there's blood in her hair, on her forehead, her top. Her cheeks are speckled with red freckles too and she looks absolutely beat.]
[ the video starts and it's harley looking a little dazed, hair sticking out in a few different directions β clearly, she's only just woken up, judging by the state of her appearance, not to mention the fact that there's a large sleeping silhouette in the background behind her, shoulder rising and falling with every deep breath. ]
D? [ she squints at the screen, trying to figure out what she's even looking at while her eyes take an extra second to focus. ] Where're you at? What's goin' on?
[ have we mentioned she's still trying to wake up? but also, those words have left dinah in an order that harley never once expect to hear them in. ]
Where are you? Lemme β I'll come to you. [ she's already rolling to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her free hand, and tries to gingerly get out of the bed without waking up hellboy. ]
[ that almost makes her drop her device, but she recovers it quickly enough. luckily, the only thing she needs to drag on is a shirt, and she tugs that over her head without thinking whether it might be on backwards or inside-out. ]
Stay where you are. I'm comin'. Just β don't call anybody else. And don't leave. Is the place unlocked? Is there somewhere I can get in? You know what? Don't worry about it. I can get in.
The windows are smashed round the back. I screamed so thereβs glass everywhere.
[when Harley gets there, sheβll find smashed glass from the windows all over. Romanβs office door has clearly been kicked in and again, thereβs more smashed glass from the lightbulb overhead and his alcohol collection now stains on the carpet. A fight has occurred and someoneβs been dragged out. Follow the small bits of blood to the Red Room. Romanβs body is slumped over in a seated position, handcuffed to a gurney. Heβs naked from the waist down and his shirt is open. His whole body has been cut up. He wears a Glasgow smile and a knife is still buried in his heart. Dinah sits opposite, staring at him. Sheβs been there for hours now.]
[ it doesn't take her very long to get to the club β but on the other hand, she is a dom, so it's easier for her to move freely without being stopped. she probably looks a sight, though, since she's still wearing her pajamas, consisting of only a thin white t-shirt and a pair of black silk shorts, her pigtails askew from sleep.
it takes even less time for her to follow the murdery bread crumbs, and she skids to a stop at the sight of roman slumped upward, the handle of a knife sticking out of his chest. ]
... wow. [ harley releases a single, low whistle as she surveys the scene. ] You really let him have it, huh? Can't say he didn't have it comin'.
I electrocuted him too. You probably canβt tell.
[Dinah breathes out.]
All these years of fucking with my head and my body and - and he fucking - he made me fucking beg for him in front of the damn club. He deserves everything he fucking got. And fucking more. Piece of shit.
Yeah, I mean, it's a little hard to see under all the... you know, blood and stuff.
[ she's clearly not all that thrown by the display in front of her β spending part of one's life as the side piece of one of gotham's mass orchestrators of violence and crime will skew a girl's perspective on grisly murder β but eventually she tears her gaze away from roman's body, carefully tiptoeing her way over to where dinah's sitting against the wall before crouching down in front of her. ]
Hey. [ she reaches out and gently runs her fingertips along dinah's jaw, directing her up until she can meet the other woman's eyes with her own. ] You okay? This shit can take a lot out of ya. Trust me, I know.
[Dinah meets Harleyβs eyes but she looks away quickly.]
I canβt believe I did it. I murdered him. Like, tortured and murdered. For hours.
[She lapses into silence.]
I thought Iβd feelβ¦ something? Different? I donβt feel anything. Just sort ofβ¦ numb? Not regret butβ¦ like, I canβt believe I did it. I canβt believe I could do it. I mean, I guess in the funhouse, I killedβ¦ but not like this. Itβs a bit fucked up, isnβt it? I guess Iβm a bit fucked up.
Okay, true, but it's like you said. He's been doin' this shit to you for years, D. So a coupla hours of torture and murder by comparison? Murder he is definitely comin' back from? That's nothin'.
[ harley's not entirely sure she wouldn't have gone the same route with her ex if the option had presented itself at any point within the last several years of her being here. and there's every chance she'd be willing to pull the trigger β or plunge the knife β if j ever happened to show up in the future, too. ]
Sweetie, we're all a little fucked up. The healthiest thing you can do is start by acknowledgin' it. [ she smooths her touch over dinah's hair, and then sits back on her heels, glancing over to roman's body again. ] Well, at some point he's gonna disappear. Or they'll make him disappear, and then... you've probably got a couple weeks, tops, before he shows up again. Good news is he won't even remember what happened to him, at least at first.
It's not that bad, right? Like, fucked up, yeah. But it ain't that bad.
[Dinah slowly nods.]
I don't even care if he remembers. I hope he does. I hope he remembers begging me not to kill him - how fucking pathetic he sounded. I hope he remembers it all. All the pain and fear. I don't care if I end up in the Zoo for a month for it. What's gonna happen there different to what he's already done?
[She looks past Harley to the body and smiles.]
Is it bad that I feel pretty damn good? Like, relieved? And just... good?
Think about how many people in this city have just casually done a murder as easy as brushin' their teeth in the morning.
[ harley's outlook on crime is definitely different than the average person, but at the same time, she still thinks that there are too many people in duplicity who are willing to pass judgment on anyone who's committed a murder β often when they themselves have offed somebody without a second thought.
more than that, she's grinning herself, the corner of her mouth drawing up slightly, as she glances back to dinah. ]
I'll tell you what: he's gonna think twice now before messin' with you again. Especially once he remembers. And maybe... you might end up doin' some time before it, but what's a couple weeks compared to finally freein' yourself from him once and for all?
[ she reaches out to cup dinah's face between both hands, leaning forward until she can bump their foreheads together. ] I'm actually kinda proud of you, y'know.
I mean like, Victor. I dunno... maybe I'm running with a different crowd than you. I dunno that many murderers.
[Dinah's lips begin to quirk to match Harley's expression. She rolls her shoulders back, almost breathing life back into herself.]
I hope he fucking does. He's been giving me so much shit about Vic and more about Faith now. I dunno if I'll be rid of him, but I won't be scared of him either. Not scared, but - you know?
[She shuts up when Harley cradles her face. With their foreheads touching, at Harley's words, her grin becomes huge.]
Iβm tellinβ you, there are more of us than youβd think. The only ones that make it obvious are the ones who talk about it.
[ but sheβs already fed up with the ones she knows who have snapped some necks and still want to act like theyβre high and mighty β or have the right to judge anyone else for doing the same thing. itβs that hypocrisy that irritates her most of all, not what dinah had done to roman β and definitely not after years of suffering under his abuse. ]
Heβs the one who should be scared of you now, not the other way around. And maybe thatβs how it should be.
[ and harleyβs smile persists, right up until dinah gives voice to that request β it doesnβt matter that sheβs covered in blood, all of it romanβs at this point. harley still swerves in and kisses her, a soft peck at first that slowly gives way to deeper, maybe even a little hungrier. ] Iβm not gonna lie, youβre pretty hot when youβre feelinβ yourself like this.
I'm guessing everyone's gonna know what I did when he figures it out.
[She thinks for a moment.]
I don't even care. It might get all these fucking dicks off my back who think they can make me do shit. Let everyone be scared of me. I think I'm over being nice and sweet and all that. Fuck it. Fuck them.
[This is why Harley will always be Dinah's favourite. She knows exactly what to do and say - and that kiss and those words are exactly what Dinah needs to hear. She kisses back with fervour, reluctantly breaking away when Harley pulls back]
Yeah? That 'just got outta bed to come help a friend clean up a murder' look is really working for you too.
[Dinah chuckles.]
I'm joking - but you are hot. I could just - [She reaches out a bloody hand to stroke Harley's cheek.]
D'you care if he's watching? Or if he'll be able to see on CCTV what's going on?
Yeah, but so? How much terrible shit has he done here and gotten away with? Some of 'em might even be sayin' thank you in the end.
[ and mostly, she's coming at it from the perspective of wanting dinah to feel confident enough in herself not to care. her fingers gently stroke over the curves of the other woman's cheek, heedless of the blood spattered on them. ] Anybody with a problem? They're just one of those annoyin' little goody-two-shoes who get off on thinkin' they're better than the rest of us.
[ she doesn't balk, though, as dinah reaches out to touch her right back, even if it means getting blood smeared on her β although given that dinah's been sitting here for hours, chances are most of the blood that's on her has dried too much to smear. ]
You know what? I think he'd be even more pissed off if he came back and saw that. [ but she turns her head just enough to lightly nibble against dinah's fingertips, gently taking one in between her teeth for a second. ] Kinda feels like a reason to do it, though, if you ask me. Right where he can play it back later and get all furious and stompy in his monogrammed PJ's.
What is he gonna do about it? Nothin'. And there's nothin' else you need to think about right now.
[ there might be punishments to follow this, citations and whatever else the city wants to throw at her, but they've actually been pretty light on murder in the past. if anything, they bring down the hammer even harder if you act outside of whatever designation you're supposed to be.
but somehow harley gets the feeling like dinah doesn't really want to keep talking about all of that, especially once that smile crosses over her face. ]
Exactly. [ she runs her fingers over dinah's cheek, touch lifting beneath her jaw, and presses a light kiss to her mouth. ] So why don't I help you piss him off from beyond the grave while makin' you feel good?
I don't even fucking care, Harls. I'd take a year in the damn Zoo for this.
[But Harley's right. Dinah doesn't want to talk about it. She grins as Harley begins to touch her face, and kisses her right back when it comes.]
Mmmm. That sounds real good right about now. [She flicks her finger at Roman's corpse.] Let's give him a damn show he ain't never gonna forget. [She leans in and kisses Harley, harder, this time. Right now, her bestie, with bed hair and pyjamas, has never looked so damn beautiful. Maybe it's the murder talking, or the fact that Harley dropped everything to be there with her, but Dinah has never been more grateful to kiss her than in this moment.]
Hey, the Zoo's not that bad. Take it from the girl who was locked up in supermax for a long damn time.
[ she's going to keep trying to reassure dinah where she can β even if this is probably not the best place for some kind of pep talk β and when dinah pulls back to give roman's body the finger, she snorts a laugh, reaching out to gently fist a grip in the front of her friend's shirt. ]
C'mere. [ she meets dinah's mouth with a soft moan, kissing her harder in a way that's at least partly fueled by the fact that she can taste a little blood in it, those spackles that have dried on dinah's face. she shifts them both, moving so that she's settled in a kneeling straddle over dinah's lap, and then reaches for her own tank, tugging it up overhead to leave herself topless in the other woman's arms. ] Just imagine the look on his face when he watches the security tapes back and sees this part.
[Dinah doesn't even want to think about Supermax. Or the Zoo. Or anything else. Just Harley's hands pulling her closer, Harley's lips, soft and sensuous on hers, the sweet taste of Harley's mouth as they kiss.
She grins at Harley's words, hands already running over the snow whiteness of Harley's stomach.]
Fuck him. This isn't about Roman. This is about us. Celebrating. We're fucking free.
[ because it really is more about dinah than anything else, and that's what she wants to celebrate β the fact that her friend has severed that tie between herself and the guy who's been responsible for a lot of her trauma by giving it to him in the most painful way possible. as far as harley's concerned, there's not much else dinah can even do to show she's finally moving on β at least, nothing besides maybe treating herself to a heaping portion of orgasms, courtesy of harley's own fingers and mouth. ]
Now help me out here, I wanna get you naked too. [ she giggles, hands reaching down to try and find the hem on dinah's top; her first goal is to get that layer off before starting in on the bottom half, but she can't resist swerving in to kiss the other woman again, slow and sensual and toe-curling as she purposefully licks into dinah's mouth. ] And then I wanna make you come.
[Fuck it. She's not arguing semantics. She's damn well free of Roman and free to enjoy herself with Harley. That kiss is certainly toe curling, and Dinah moans into Harley's mouth, reaching her hands to tease Harley's nipples to stand out from her breasts.
Guiding Harley's hands to the edge of her shirt, she helps Harley pull off the vest and the sports bra beneath it until her toned stomach and her breasts are bare.]
Come here? [Dinah's already reaching to pull Harley back to her.] You get anything the hell you want today. My cum, your cum. Ride my face whilst you scream for me. I want it, Harls. I want you.
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[Dinah's sat against a red wall. Her dreads are a complete mess and there's blood in her hair, on her forehead, her top. Her cheeks are speckled with red freckles too and she looks absolutely beat.]
Harley? I need your help.
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D? [ she squints at the screen, trying to figure out what she's even looking at while her eyes take an extra second to focus. ] Where're you at? What's goin' on?
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Howβd you hide a body?
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[ have we mentioned she's still trying to wake up? but also, those words have left dinah in an order that harley never once expect to hear them in. ]
Where are you? Lemme β I'll come to you. [ she's already rolling to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her free hand, and tries to gingerly get out of the bed without waking up hellboy. ]
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[She sits forward, wiping a bloody hand over her forehead.]
I killed Roman Sionis. And now I donβt know what to do.
Iβm at Insecurity - the red room
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[ that almost makes her drop her device, but she recovers it quickly enough. luckily, the only thing she needs to drag on is a shirt, and she tugs that over her head without thinking whether it might be on backwards or inside-out. ]
Stay where you are. I'm comin'. Just β don't call anybody else. And don't leave. Is the place unlocked? Is there somewhere I can get in? You know what? Don't worry about it. I can get in.
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[when Harley gets there, sheβll find smashed glass from the windows all over. Romanβs office door has clearly been kicked in and again, thereβs more smashed glass from the lightbulb overhead and his alcohol collection now stains on the carpet. A fight has occurred and someoneβs been dragged out. Follow the small bits of blood to the Red Room. Romanβs body is slumped over in a seated position, handcuffed to a gurney. Heβs naked from the waist down and his shirt is open. His whole body has been cut up. He wears a Glasgow smile and a knife is still buried in his heart. Dinah sits opposite, staring at him. Sheβs been there for hours now.]
Harley?
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it takes even less time for her to follow the murdery bread crumbs, and she skids to a stop at the sight of roman slumped upward, the handle of a knife sticking out of his chest. ]
... wow. [ harley releases a single, low whistle as she surveys the scene. ] You really let him have it, huh? Can't say he didn't have it comin'.
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[Dinah breathes out.]
All these years of fucking with my head and my body and - and he fucking - he made me fucking beg for him in front of the damn club. He deserves everything he fucking got. And fucking more. Piece of shit.
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[ she's clearly not all that thrown by the display in front of her β spending part of one's life as the side piece of one of gotham's mass orchestrators of violence and crime will skew a girl's perspective on grisly murder β but eventually she tears her gaze away from roman's body, carefully tiptoeing her way over to where dinah's sitting against the wall before crouching down in front of her. ]
Hey. [ she reaches out and gently runs her fingertips along dinah's jaw, directing her up until she can meet the other woman's eyes with her own. ] You okay? This shit can take a lot out of ya. Trust me, I know.
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I canβt believe I did it. I murdered him. Like, tortured and murdered. For hours.
[She lapses into silence.]
I thought Iβd feelβ¦ something? Different? I donβt feel anything. Just sort ofβ¦ numb? Not regret butβ¦ like, I canβt believe I did it. I canβt believe I could do it. I mean, I guess in the funhouse, I killedβ¦ but not like this. Itβs a bit fucked up, isnβt it? I guess Iβm a bit fucked up.
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[ harley's not entirely sure she wouldn't have gone the same route with her ex if the option had presented itself at any point within the last several years of her being here. and there's every chance she'd be willing to pull the trigger β or plunge the knife β if j ever happened to show up in the future, too. ]
Sweetie, we're all a little fucked up. The healthiest thing you can do is start by acknowledgin' it. [ she smooths her touch over dinah's hair, and then sits back on her heels, glancing over to roman's body again. ] Well, at some point he's gonna disappear. Or they'll make him disappear, and then... you've probably got a couple weeks, tops, before he shows up again. Good news is he won't even remember what happened to him, at least at first.
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[Dinah slowly nods.]
I don't even care if he remembers. I hope he does. I hope he remembers begging me not to kill him - how fucking pathetic he sounded. I hope he remembers it all. All the pain and fear. I don't care if I end up in the Zoo for a month for it. What's gonna happen there different to what he's already done?
[She looks past Harley to the body and smiles.]
Is it bad that I feel pretty damn good? Like, relieved? And just... good?
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[ harley's outlook on crime is definitely different than the average person, but at the same time, she still thinks that there are too many people in duplicity who are willing to pass judgment on anyone who's committed a murder β often when they themselves have offed somebody without a second thought.
more than that, she's grinning herself, the corner of her mouth drawing up slightly, as she glances back to dinah. ]
I'll tell you what: he's gonna think twice now before messin' with you again. Especially once he remembers. And maybe... you might end up doin' some time before it, but what's a couple weeks compared to finally freein' yourself from him once and for all?
[ she reaches out to cup dinah's face between both hands, leaning forward until she can bump their foreheads together. ] I'm actually kinda proud of you, y'know.
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[Dinah's lips begin to quirk to match Harley's expression. She rolls her shoulders back, almost breathing life back into herself.]
I hope he fucking does. He's been giving me so much shit about Vic and more about Faith now. I dunno if I'll be rid of him, but I won't be scared of him either. Not scared, but - you know?
[She shuts up when Harley cradles her face. With their foreheads touching, at Harley's words, her grin becomes huge.]
Kiss me?
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[ but sheβs already fed up with the ones she knows who have snapped some necks and still want to act like theyβre high and mighty β or have the right to judge anyone else for doing the same thing. itβs that hypocrisy that irritates her most of all, not what dinah had done to roman β and definitely not after years of suffering under his abuse. ]
Heβs the one who should be scared of you now, not the other way around. And maybe thatβs how it should be.
[ and harleyβs smile persists, right up until dinah gives voice to that request β it doesnβt matter that sheβs covered in blood, all of it romanβs at this point. harley still swerves in and kisses her, a soft peck at first that slowly gives way to deeper, maybe even a little hungrier. ] Iβm not gonna lie, youβre pretty hot when youβre feelinβ yourself like this.
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[She thinks for a moment.]
I don't even care. It might get all these fucking dicks off my back who think they can make me do shit. Let everyone be scared of me. I think I'm over being nice and sweet and all that. Fuck it. Fuck them.
[This is why Harley will always be Dinah's favourite. She knows exactly what to do and say - and that kiss and those words are exactly what Dinah needs to hear. She kisses back with fervour, reluctantly breaking away when Harley pulls back]
Yeah? That 'just got outta bed to come help a friend clean up a murder' look is really working for you too.
[Dinah chuckles.]
I'm joking - but you are hot. I could just - [She reaches out a bloody hand to stroke Harley's cheek.]
D'you care if he's watching? Or if he'll be able to see on CCTV what's going on?
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[ and mostly, she's coming at it from the perspective of wanting dinah to feel confident enough in herself not to care. her fingers gently stroke over the curves of the other woman's cheek, heedless of the blood spattered on them. ] Anybody with a problem? They're just one of those annoyin' little goody-two-shoes who get off on thinkin' they're better than the rest of us.
[ she doesn't balk, though, as dinah reaches out to touch her right back, even if it means getting blood smeared on her β although given that dinah's been sitting here for hours, chances are most of the blood that's on her has dried too much to smear. ]
You know what? I think he'd be even more pissed off if he came back and saw that. [ but she turns her head just enough to lightly nibble against dinah's fingertips, gently taking one in between her teeth for a second. ] Kinda feels like a reason to do it, though, if you ask me. Right where he can play it back later and get all furious and stompy in his monogrammed PJ's.
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[Shit, Faith. In Dinah's rage, she'd almost forgotten about Faith.]. I swear, they punish her because of me, I am gonna go through the roof.
[The blood's dry. Tacky, perhaps, in places, but not enough to stain Harley's skin. Dinah's frown turns to a mischievous smile.]
You know? I think I want to piss him off. The fuck's he gonna do about it anyway?
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[ there might be punishments to follow this, citations and whatever else the city wants to throw at her, but they've actually been pretty light on murder in the past. if anything, they bring down the hammer even harder if you act outside of whatever designation you're supposed to be.
but somehow harley gets the feeling like dinah doesn't really want to keep talking about all of that, especially once that smile crosses over her face. ]
Exactly. [ she runs her fingers over dinah's cheek, touch lifting beneath her jaw, and presses a light kiss to her mouth. ] So why don't I help you piss him off from beyond the grave while makin' you feel good?
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[But Harley's right. Dinah doesn't want to talk about it. She grins as Harley begins to touch her face, and kisses her right back when it comes.]
Mmmm. That sounds real good right about now. [She flicks her finger at Roman's corpse.] Let's give him a damn show he ain't never gonna forget. [She leans in and kisses Harley, harder, this time. Right now, her bestie, with bed hair and pyjamas, has never looked so damn beautiful. Maybe it's the murder talking, or the fact that Harley dropped everything to be there with her, but Dinah has never been more grateful to kiss her than in this moment.]
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[ she's going to keep trying to reassure dinah where she can β even if this is probably not the best place for some kind of pep talk β and when dinah pulls back to give roman's body the finger, she snorts a laugh, reaching out to gently fist a grip in the front of her friend's shirt. ]
C'mere. [ she meets dinah's mouth with a soft moan, kissing her harder in a way that's at least partly fueled by the fact that she can taste a little blood in it, those spackles that have dried on dinah's face. she shifts them both, moving so that she's settled in a kneeling straddle over dinah's lap, and then reaches for her own tank, tugging it up overhead to leave herself topless in the other woman's arms. ] Just imagine the look on his face when he watches the security tapes back and sees this part.
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She grins at Harley's words, hands already running over the snow whiteness of Harley's stomach.]
Fuck him. This isn't about Roman. This is about us. Celebrating. We're fucking free.
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[ because it really is more about dinah than anything else, and that's what she wants to celebrate β the fact that her friend has severed that tie between herself and the guy who's been responsible for a lot of her trauma by giving it to him in the most painful way possible. as far as harley's concerned, there's not much else dinah can even do to show she's finally moving on β at least, nothing besides maybe treating herself to a heaping portion of orgasms, courtesy of harley's own fingers and mouth. ]
Now help me out here, I wanna get you naked too. [ she giggles, hands reaching down to try and find the hem on dinah's top; her first goal is to get that layer off before starting in on the bottom half, but she can't resist swerving in to kiss the other woman again, slow and sensual and toe-curling as she purposefully licks into dinah's mouth. ] And then I wanna make you come.
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That kiss is certainly toe curling, and Dinah moans into Harley's mouth, reaching her hands to tease Harley's nipples to stand out from her breasts.
Guiding Harley's hands to the edge of her shirt, she helps Harley pull off the vest and the sports bra beneath it until her toned stomach and her breasts are bare.]
Come here? [Dinah's already reaching to pull Harley back to her.] You get anything the hell you want today. My cum, your cum. Ride my face whilst you scream for me. I want it, Harls. I want you.
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