Well then! Harley made one of those exclamation point! type noises of hers, right into the kiss.

In fact, now she was making some sort of noise for practically every time he rocked against her. Funny how that worked, with the pressure and the friction and everything. And both hands - all three hands? - on her chest were working with the same rhythm, too. Kneading and squeezing and pinching in time with the peaks of the sensation from down below.

Pun intended, this was Harley.