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Bound and broken—Harley Quinn's lipstick-smeared kiss lands on Wanda's nose while Black Cat's claws trace her jaw and Catwoman's whip cracks against her ass. They strip her, bite her nipples, and devour her like candy, tickling her ribs into helpless laughter until she realizes the more she reacts, the more they compete for her—and Wanda starts dominating the game.
The cold metal of the chair against Wanda's bare arms. Ropes biting into her wrists—hexes sparking uselessly at her fingertips before dying. Then warmth: Harley's breath, candy-sweet and chaotic, as s
Selina's whip cracked across Wanda's ass, the sting blooming through her tight suit. Wanda yelped, ass cheeks jiggling from the impact. The villains closed in, claws and fingers ripping at Wanda's clo
Wanda's cunt stretches around Selina's knuckles, the burn of intrusion mixing with a shameful heat that makes her hips roll forward instead of away. She watches Harley and Felicia kiss above her, tast
Wanda's orgasm hasn't faded—her thighs still tremble, her cunt still clenches around Selina's retreating hand—but something shifts in her eyes, the crimson bleeding from frustration into something col
Wanda's magic doesn't break the dampening field—it bypasses it, threading through the metal chair, the floor beneath her, the air between them. She feels Selina's whip hand twitch, Harley's breath cat