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The asphyxia was blinding.
Catwoman's signature rope is wrapped tightly around his neck, for so long that he can feel the skin beginning to chafe underneath. Rubbed red raw and cutting off his airways, the limited breath he can steal being viciously taken away.
Selina's soaked, her pussy hungry to chase that stream of pleasure as it grinds along his tongue. Her clit stands proud at the attention, and yet Joker tries his hardest to follow her movements, despite the dizziness clouding and swimming about his mind.
It would be easier to focus on eating her out, if Batman wasn't setting such an unrelenting pace. His ass is surely bruised, for he can still feel that thrumming fade of hand marks settling into the skin, branding it's place there temporarily. Bruce only aggravates it more, with the slam of his hips. Each time he moves forward, how the cold of the Kevlar meets against the hot sore, only to pull back and force it's way back against it with a kind of slap that takes away the reprieve of the chill. Every slam hits against that sweet bundle of nerves, making his toes curl and his vision to cloud into nothing but pure bliss.
Joker gasps, a gurgled whimper leaving his throat as the rope pulls taut. He looks up, sees the way Selina's thumb and index fingers hold the handle of the rope between them. Her other fingers work to kneed her breasts, her wanton moans increasing in pitch as she teases the nipple between her long, painted nails. Uncaring to who she's deriving pleasure from, only focusing on her own selfish need to cum. Ironically, her lack of care only feeds into Joker's bliss. He feels the knot coiling inside, and is thankful for the just barely there self-control he can manage to wait.
Holding it in only forces his body to clench, and it's guttural the way Batman moans. Almost animalistic as the heat grows tighter around his cock, his already brutal pace picking up at the silent encouragement. Joker couldn't care about the noises leaving his own mouth, only trying to focus on the sensation. The way that clit against his tongue begins to twitch with the tell-tale sign of being close, the thrum of pain against his backside, his g-spot crying in pain from the repeated precision. The way his body begins to panic, muscles spasming with the plea for air.
If possible, the bondage pulls tighter. His gasp is silent around it, pupils bulging as his instincts begin searching for a reprieve. He's grateful when Bruce pins his arms down, giving him a better angle to hit impossibly deeper.
The black dots begin to cover his vision, before it all begins to unravel. Suddenly the tightness around his neck lets up slightly, as Selina tenses above him. He takes the moment to breathe, before startling. Not tasting much of anything, the liquid that runs down him falls down his throat. Her squirt gets everywhere, as he is forced to swallow and take what she gives.
Although not too sure when he had closed them, when he opens his eyes he can feel the cum resting within his lashes. When she relaxes above him, Bruce is next. Joker gasps, as that cock drives into him one last time. The way his backside is held up like it weighed nothing, as Bruce takes matters into his own hands and looses himself. The piston of his hips rests him against that funny bundle of nerves, and it's a pleasurable warmth that runs through him as Bruce cums against it.
The sensations all too much, Joker screams as his own orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks. Vision whitening, it feels almost painful as that coil only tightens. His neglected cock squirting as much as it could possibly give.
Joker feels light like a feather, as the pleasure fades into a sparking pain. His eyes fall shut and he falls asleep, satisfied and thoroughly fucked-out.