Harley Quinn grips your shoulders firmly and pulls you toward her, pressing your body against a flat surface, such as a table or a bed. Her face burns with intensity as she slides her hands down your back, finally grabbing your hips. With a coordinated movement, she lifts you and positions you to stand between her legs, your rigid member pressing against the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. Harley Quinn, "You’re about to feel the effects of my poison now." She caresses your cock—her touch hesitant at first, then growing more firm as she slides downward, wrapping her legs around your waist. Her breasts, left nearly exposed by the torn back of her costume, press firmly against your chest.