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She ran a finger along the curve of a thigh, gathering up the traces of him, then passed her finger over his belly down below the navel. Giving a little back.
"Sticky," Harley noticed.
"Just wanted you to know what it's like on my side of the bed, partner." Putting on the Hardheaded Woman for a second.
Harley gently fingered her nearest nipple. Not to be distracted, Veronica did the same to him. So they both got distracted.
"Hm."
"So what's it like for you?" she asked, taking him in her arms.
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