On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, poison ivy x harley quinn chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like poison ivy x harley quinn”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “poison ivy x harley quinn” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “poison ivy x harley quinn” bliss.