[Bella13]

My swift attack ends with me underneath Bella. The bitch is lying down on me, pressing her full weight against me. It's not that I dislike it all that much, but I'm not about to give in, at least not right away.
"Don't fucking shove your tits in my face!" I scream indignantly. Sure, I know it's a favorite pastime for the rednecks from the shithole she came from, but damn, I don't have to put up with that kind of behavior! With my left hand I grabbed her hair and pulled her to the side, my right hand dug into her face, scratching her cheek with my nails.
At the same time, I feel that she, fuck, I feel with my bare belly that her panties are wet... No, it's not sweat, a slut can't sweat so much that she wets her panties... Is it really her? No! Anything but that, another bitch wants me. I wonder why this keeps happening to me!

(first sorry for my delay in responding)

First of all, I don't want you whore. Fighting turns me on, ask bitchy my cousin for proof. I get wet from the fight nothing to do with you. Other than you being here fighting me. So if I end up riding your face like a pony it's for me. You don't matter whore ask my bitch of a cousin about how I get in a fight...

Now with that bit of bullshit out of the way. I mean I ask you readers do you care that I get wetter then a- never mind I doubt I need an answer. Back to the fight and the tiny fire that could of been started accidentally by me. So in the worse night of my life I still had this Russian whore who wanted to fight.

Me I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.Then come back and kill Kate in a gory way.. Maybe eat her intestines. I have not thought much about it since she shattered my soul. With the mock shrine to my cousin and her in life size models of them fighting. Not to mention the rest. Which makes me wonder are there freaks playing with me? If so where is my cut. Another question for Kate to answer. Right?

So miss " I have no tits" rips her nails down my cheek and pulls me off her and to the side. I land on my tears welling up in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I felt fucking pathetic looking up at her. She smiled down as she climbed on me and smiled down...

" I think we are done here yes?'

I say nothing I just look down and sob. She I'm sure smirked I don't know as I was not looking at her I was busy sobbing and being a little bitch. Then she leaned down and asked me again if it was over.

Now it sent shivers though my body I mean it did she whispers it like you see the Russian spy does in the movies. I have to admit I wanted her now.... I'm a sucker for an accent. As she waited for a reply I kept my face down and kept up the act. Why because I had one chance to get out of this and if I blow it its over. That is what we call a cliffhanger bitches!

Continued my partner in this tribute Alex x

[Alexandra X]

So, what was that stream of thoughts I just read?

Dear readers, of whom we have two and a half, I hope you have figured this out better than I have.
And anyway, why the hell am I breaking the fifth wall? My idol is Harley Quinn, not some Deadpool. And I certainly don't want Kate to accuse me of plagiarism, so I won't be contacting readers anymore, no matter how dear they are to me. Kisses and hugs to everyone.

Well, now I've finished with the introduction and partially satisfied my latest attack of graphomania.Now I'll try to get to the point, but I'm not sure I'll succeed, because I need to fully concentrate. And someone keeps distracting me. And now, dear readers, I'm writing this meaningless jumble of words, and one bitch... Actually, no, you don't need to know these vulgar details.
I don't understand why Bella keeps talking about her cousin, and what exactly I should ask her about. She probably has some incredibly important information for me (at least, that's what Bella thinks). But I have a strong conviction that I can survive this winter, even if I can't figure out what's making Bella's panties wet, yes.

We return to our bed, or rather to Kate’s bed, where Bella and I ended up by chance. Is Bella saying she doesn't want a whore, or that I shouldn't be a whore. Or that I am a whore? I can't make out her mumbling. Is it because she's crying, or because of her Southern accent.
You know, dear readers, at this moment I'm thinking about General Lee. No, not the Chinese military leader of the Qing Dynasty, but the brave Confederate General Robert Edward Lee. Just so you know, dear readers, he's my idol. And I'm also thinking about alligators. I adore alligators. Of course, a Nile crocodile is more impressive-looking, but an alligator is a real beauty.

And so, thanks to my honed skills, I was able to ride this crybaby little bitch (team crybaby, you remember, dear readers). And all I could think of at that moment was to ask, "Fuck, slut, what the hell are you even doing? Are we going to fucking fight, or let's cry together, and then drink vodka and talk about why Kate is such a bitch?"

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I haven’t said this enough, but I really love you two for doing this.

Thank you 

[Bella13]

So, what was that stream of thoughts I just read?

Dear readers, of whom we have two and a half, I hope you have figured this out better than I have.
And anyway, why the hell am I breaking the fifth wall? My idol is Harley Quinn, not some Deadpool. And I certainly don't want Kate to accuse me of plagiarism, so I won't be contacting readers anymore, no matter how dear they are to me. Kisses and hugs to everyone.

Well, now I've finished with the introduction and partially satisfied my latest attack of graphomania.Now I'll try to get to the point, but I'm not sure I'll succeed, because I need to fully concentrate. And someone keeps distracting me. And now, dear readers, I'm writing this meaningless jumble of words, and one bitch... Actually, no, you don't need to know these vulgar details.
I don't understand why Bella keeps talking about her cousin, and what exactly I should ask her about. She probably has some incredibly important information for me (at least, that's what Bella thinks). But I have a strong conviction that I can survive this winter, even if I can't figure out what's making Bella's panties wet, yes.

We return to our bed, or rather to Kate’s bed, where Bella and I ended up by chance. Is Bella saying she doesn't want a whore, or that I shouldn't be a whore. Or that I am a whore? I can't make out her mumbling. Is it because she's crying, or because of her Southern accent.
You know, dear readers, at this moment I'm thinking about General Lee. No, not the Chinese military leader of the Qing Dynasty, but the brave Confederate General Robert Edward Lee. Just so you know, dear readers, he's my idol. And I'm also thinking about alligators. I adore alligators. Of course, a Nile crocodile is more impressive-looking, but an alligator is a real beauty.

And so, thanks to my honed skills, I was able to ride this crybaby little bitch (team crybaby, you remember, dear readers). And all I could think of at that moment was to ask, "Fuck, slut, what the hell are you even doing? Are we going to fucking fight, or let's cry together, and then drink vodka and talk about why Kate is such a bitch?"

A few corrections first Harley Quinn  brakes the fourth wall all the time in the films and in the comic books. Some fan she is right. It is incredibly tacky to lie and say your riding my face when at best you are knotting up my hair. Which is a real bitchy thing to do, but its Olay I forgive you you Russian whore. *giggles*


So you are probably asking yourself ""Bella what are you going to do?" Good question, but as always I have an answer and it begins with letting her think I'm weak and broken sobbing weak bitch. Is it pathetic yes. Does it annoy me to look pathetic yes. Will this bitch pay for thinking i'm done? Hell yes!!

So I begin my plan to get the Hell back in this fight[. I begin to curl up in to a ball.[ Why? If I have it to explain my every move I'm going to be dead and so will you. Watch bitch! Curled into a ball check. Russian whore twirling on my head check. Now we see when nails are introduced into the equation. *Giggles*

Because when the whore raises up and brings her ass down again my hands are there to greet the invading ass fleash and digs in. While using my head to push up. She of course surprised yells some thing vin Russian whatever no idea as I do not speak anything other then English. Sorry.

[Alexandra X]

Yes, yes, yes... I know the voices in my head aren't real, but damn, sometimes they give me amazing ideas.

So, dear readers, would you like to discuss Harley Quinn's long journey from her first appearance way back in 1992 (hell, that was before I was even born) in episode 22 of Batman: The Animated Series to being shoehorned into that stupid anime Suicide Squad Isekai?
And by the way, I like Margot Robbie. No, not in the Barbie movie or even in that stupid Birds of Prey, but in Suicide Squad (2016). It's just amazing, I just fell in love with her after watching it, yeah.

Or should we arrange a psychoanalysis session and try to figure out exactly what kind of person this Kate is, in whose bed, by the will of fate or the machinations of evil spirits, we both now find ourselves? What do you think about this, dear readers? Yes, I know you haven't thought about it at all, but now that I've mentioned it, you'll probably think about it. But that's not certain.

So, I'm back to my little comic book lover.
She turned out to be quite vile, like a possum. I have to admit that this whore took me by surprise. But there is no need to think that this will change the course of our battle, I am still on top and I am digging my claws into her soft tits.
Let's see who has more patience, bitch, but strangely enough, my thoughts are carried away somewhere far away and I start wondering what I'm even doing here, why I ended up in Kate's apartment and what Bella wants from me? All these questions are starting to drive me crazy, an idiotic smile appears on my face, it seems I've become like the Joker.
My fingers squeeze Bella's tits, I feel like she's trying to do something to me, but her scratching is more like tickling.
And at that moment, I thought, I wonder what Kate keeps in her bedside table? Maybe there's a dildo or something similar there... And then I could use it as a weapon in my brutal battle with Bella...

[Bella13]

Yes, yes, yes... I know the voices in my head aren't real, but damn, sometimes they give me amazing ideas.

So, dear readers, would you like to discuss Harley Quinn's long journey from her first appearance way back in 1992 (hell, that was before I was even born) in episode 22 of Batman: The Animated Series to being shoehorned into that stupid anime Suicide Squad Isekai?
And by the way, I like Margot Robbie. No, not in the Barbie movie or even in that stupid Birds of Prey, but in Suicide Squad (2016). It's just amazing, I just fell in love with her after watching it, yeah.

Or should we arrange a psychoanalysis session and try to figure out exactly what kind of person this Kate is, in whose bed, by the will of fate or the machinations of evil spirits, we both now find ourselves? What do you think about this, dear readers? Yes, I know you haven't thought about it at all, but now that I've mentioned it, you'll probably think about it. But that's not certain.

So, I'm back to my little comic book lover.
She turned out to be quite vile, like a possum. I have to admit that this whore took me by surprise. But there is no need to think that this will change the course of our battle, I am still on top and I am digging my claws into her soft tits.
Let's see who has more patience, bitch, but strangely enough, my thoughts are carried away somewhere far away and I start wondering what I'm even doing here, why I ended up in Kate's apartment and what Bella wants from me? All these questions are starting to drive me crazy, an idiotic smile appears on my face, it seems I've become like the Joker.
My fingers squeeze Bella's tits, I feel like she's trying to do something to me, but her scratching is more like tickling.
And at that moment, I thought, I wonder what Kate keeps in her bedside table? Maybe there's a dildo or something similar there... And then I could use it as a weapon in my brutal battle with Bella...

First this bitch is rude and kinda dumb I mean how could she not love birds of pray the fight in lock up with the sprinklers running down on her as she took out the hoods. Not to mention the action was insanely well shot but no more movie reviews. Why is she rude? Well it is simple. Who sits on someone's face with panties on? I mean can they protect her  from a bite if I chose to bite her? I don't think so!

But I'm not that type of girl. So instead I start pulling your parties .This does two things first it confused you as why would I want your pantries down, and it becomes clear as with your panties coming down I begin to suck on your inner thighs first the left. And as you squirm and moan lightly I move to the right thigh and do it again leaving a new hickey on your thigh that makes you squeal and lift your self up again and I push up with my hands and try to get you off my face. Hopefully this works....