"Yes please!" Harley cackled, then was off toward the stairs, hand-in-hand with Ivy. She practically kicked the door down when she reached the upstairs apartment.
"To think, I just got dress," she said and immediately stripped out of her new outfit, hopping around to get the boots and leather pants off. She was bare within seconds and lunged for Ivy, throwing her arms around her shoulders and planting a kiss on her mouth, ever enthusiastic and playful.
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Harvey sank into his chair and watched her at first, his hands running through her hair, like ink between his fingers. He was growling and letting her play this her way, as much as he wanted to grab her hair and force her down hard over his cock. She was doing a fine job without all that.
He snarled and laid his head back, shutting his eyes and becoming finely tuned to every sensation she sent sparking through him. He wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and it was only the hitch of his hips that served to warn her that he was there.