Harley Quinn Cosplay – Phone Sex
I’d always been fascinated with the idea of cosplay, ever since I was a kid and first laid eyes on those colorful costumes. But as an adult, I never really had the guts to try it out. Until today. Today, I was finally going to dress up as Harley Quinn and have some fun with my boyfriend, who was going to be dressed up as the Joker. I could barely contain my excitement as I slipped on the tight, red, and black corset that hugged my curves like a second skin. I adjusted the fishnet stockings that went up to my thighs and slipped into the short shorts that left little to the imagination. They felt a bit uncomfortable, but I was determined to make this work. With a triumphant smile, I turned around to show off my new outfit to my boyfriend. “How do I look?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.
“Wow…You look…different,” he said finally. “But I guess it’s kind of hot.” His words were like a balm to my ego, and I felt a surge of confidence wash over me. “Great,” I said, taking his hand. “Let’s go have some fun.” Together, we made our way to the convention center, my heart thudding in my chest with excitement and nerves. The place was packed with people dressed up in all sorts of costumes. We wandered around for a while, taking in the sights and sounds, before we ducked into an abandoned storage room, locking the door behind us. Before I could ask anything he stepped closer, his hands moving up to grasp my hips. “Well, first of all, I think naughty Harley Quinn needs a good spanking.” His words sent a shiver down my spine.
With that, he grabbed me roughly, pulling me against his body. His hands moved lower, gripping my ass through the fabric of my shorts, and then he lifted me off the ground, carrying me over to a nearby crate. With a wicked grin, he set me down, straddling my hips. “There,” he growled. “Now you’re mine.” His tongue traced circles around my nipple, teasing it until it was hard and aching. I gasped as he bit down. He reached down between my legs, rubbing my already slick folds, and I whimpered, my hips bucking against his touch.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for your Joker. You want him to spank that pretty little ass, don’t you?” I nodded frantically, my head spinning with desire. “Then hold on tight, ’cause you’re about to get it.” With that, he pulled me up, turned me around, and lowered my shorts, revealing my bare bottom. I trembled as he raised his hand, the anticipation building and building until finally, with a sharp smack, his hand connected with my ass.
“Ow!” I cried out, more from surprise than pain. “You’re not supposed to do that so hard!” He laughed darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, but I am, baby. You’re mine now, and I can do whatever I want.”
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