Description: Memory Jogged

In the heart of Crown Point, where shadows dance with the neon lights of chaos, Detective Jordan Jonathan Jordan found himself in a situation as unpredictable as the city he swore to protect. The night was thick with tension when he received word that Harley Quinn Cory Chase, the notorious partner-in-crime to the Clown Prince of Crime, had been apprehended.

With Detective Bigs mysteriously missing and the elusive Mr. J, nowhere to be found, Jordan knew this was his chance to unravel the tangled web of crime that plagued Gotham. Harley, handcuffed and sporting a grin that could unsettle the bravest of souls, was led into the interrogation room. Her bright pigtails and the unmistakable diamond-patterned attire made her presence undeniable, even in the stark, grey confines of the police precinct.

Jordan, seasoned by years of facing Gotham's darkest villains, stood next to Harley, his notepad and cock hard and ready. The air was charged with anticipation every word, every gesture could be a clue. His goal was clear to extract information not only about the whereabouts of Detective Bigs but also to get any lead on Mr. J's next move.

As the interrogation began, the dance of cat and mouse between detective and criminal took on a life of its own. Harley, ever the performer, seemed to revel in the moment, her eyes sparkling with mischief yet hiding depths of cunning. Would she give up the secrets of her beloved 'Mister J,' or was this just another act in her chaotic play?

Thus begins the tale of wits, deception, and the unyielding pursuit of justice in Gotham City.

The detective pulls Harley Quinn out from the backseat of his squad car. He has her hands tied behind her back and he sits her down on a chair in the middle of a garage. 'You were the last person to see Detective Biggs. Now where is he?!' Detective Jonathon Jordan demands. 'I have no idea,' Harley exclaims, but it seems obvious that she is lying. 'What about Mr. J?! Where is Mr. J at?!' the detective asks. 'It seems to have slipped my memory, but maybe you could do something to jog my memory,' Harley says. She offers him a blowjob, telling him that a blowjob may jog her memory. The detective says that he is doing this just to find Detective Biggs. He pulls his BBC out from under his pants and Harley starts to give him a blowjob. 'You know what else would jog my memory? If you pull my big tits out!' Harley exclaims. The detective pulls her shirt up above her big tits. Harley goes back to sucking his big black cock while her big tits are exposed. 'I think we might need to jog my memory in other ways,' Harley suggests. 'I don't want any funny business like Poison Ivy,' he tells her, as he takes the handcuffs off of her hands. Now she uses one hand along with her mouth to suck his cock. 'You should lay me down on that interrogation bench and maybe it will jog my memory a little better,' she says. She stands up in front of him and she pulls her shorts down to the ground. She lies down on the bench in the missionary position and he starts to fuck her pussy with his BBC. 'Maybe if you go in my other hole, I will start to remember,' she suggests. He moves his BBC into her ass hole next. He moves back and forth between her ass and her pussy now. She moves into the doggystyle position next and he continues to fuck her ass and pussy from behind. He pulls his huge cock out of her ass hole and she licks his cock clean. She climbs on top of him next and she rides his cock in the reverse cowgirl position. She sucks his cock clean again, and then she climbs on top of him again but in the regular cowgirl position this time. She titty fucks his cock next, by putting his BBC in between her giant tits. She gives him another blowjob, and then she puts the handcuffs back on her own hands. She lies down on her back and he fucks her holes in the missionary position again. When he is ready to cum, he pulls his cock out of her ass hole and he jerks his cock off into her mouth and all over her face! Harley grabs the detective's hands and suddenly she puts a spell on him which takes the handcuffs off of her hands and it puts the handcuffs on the detective's hands. 'I'm sorry, I just can't tell you where Detective Biggs is!' she giggles and she skips away, leaving him there alone.