Caught with her hand in the cookie Jar

Eventually Harley's libido overpowers her exhaustion, sliding a collapsed Cassidy off of her sweat-soaked body and leaving behind a whimpering puddle of well-fucked femboy on the couch behind her. She turns back to see what Beth has been up to and finds her laying there, legs up in the air, her eyes glazed over and tongue lolling from her mouth as she shoves 3 fingers knuckle deep into her cunt, any sense of shame she had at being found like this is far past being relevant, any pesky ideas such as morality long since having taken a back-seat to far more important notions such as pleasure. Her eyes see Harley moving but her mind doesn't seem to register what's going on, her main focus being on jamming her hand as far into her slutty hole as it can go until she cums her brains out like she so desperately needs.

"Looks like you could use a hand." Harley chuckles at her own terrible joke, hunched over and predatory she slides over to her, body rubbing up against Beth's as she moves, getting into position. Moving until she was mounted on top of the woman, off to the side, her body hanging over Beth's, their faces close enough to reach out and kiss, but they were both far more focused on her lower half, Harley's own cock resting off to the side, an erect pillar of fuckmeat temporarily left ignored. "Here, let me help you out."

Beth lets out a feeble moan when she feels Harley's hand on hers, resisting slightly as she tries to stop her from pulling her own thrusting fingers from her dripping wet hole but not nearly strong enough to stop the Futa from doing so. She lets out a whorish moan, sounding more like an animal than a woman, when Harley traces two deliciously thick digits up and down her labia, teasing her only briefly before plunging those fingers in, more than replacing what was removed. Beth's cunt is overflowing with arousal, not to mention the copious semen that was pumped into her from before, making it not take long until Harley's fingers were buried knuckle deep inside her, blessedly able to reach so much deeper than her own.

"That's a good girl." Harley comforts her, occasionally peppering her with kisses while she fingerbangs the living daylights out of her. "Let me take good care of you."

One of Beth's hands goes to Harley's erect cock, tracing up and down the exquisite length, desperately trying to return some of the overwhelming pleasure that she was feeling, her other hand goes to inexpertly maul her own breast, hands moving with little finesse, her fingers tweaking urgently at her own nipple. Harley's fingers feel so much more incredible than her own ever did, those lengthy fingers able to plunge so much deeper inside her, churning up the depths of her pussy, occasionally curling to rub at her g-spot, making Beth's mind go white with delight at the experience. Beth's head rolls back when Harley's thumb gets introduced into the mix, reaching out to rub tantalizingly up against her clit, gently at first, just teasing around the hood before being more direct, making Beth scream in bliss at the teasing.

"You liked the show I put on with my little femboy whore?" Harley purrs into her ear, breath teasing against Beth's earlobe, making her shiver in excitement. "You liked watching as I reduced him into a fuck-drunk cumslut?"

"I loved it." Beth's own voice is breathless, punctuated by the occasional whimpering moan as Harley's skillful fingers play with her incessantly, pleasuring her so intensely but keeping her gratification just out of reach. "The way you used him... Like he didn't matter at all, his pathetic little cock going ignored... all that mattered was that he had a tight set of holes for your pleasure..."

"That's all the two of you worthless sluts are." Beth let out a scream of pure bliss as Harley slipped a third finger into her absolutely soaked box, the lewd squelching temporarily drowned out by her screams of pleasure. "Holes for me to fuck. Tight little cum-sluts that exist only for my pleasure. Not to mention that fertile womb of yours, I bet it's just begging for another thick load of my cum."

Beth's cunt clamped down on Harley's fingers, showing how much she enjoyed the degrading words, showing just how true they were.

"Please..." Beth begged, it had only been minutes since Harley had started pleasuring her and she was already coming apart under the teasing, so **** for her climax. "Give me your fat cock, I need to cum so bad. I want you to fucking drown my womb with your semen."

"So needy..." Harley tutted slightly, a wry smile coming across her face, knowing she had the whimpering slut right where she wanted her, her begging showing just how **** she was to get filled up. "A fuckhole like you doesn't get to make demands. I need something from you first."

"Anything!" Beth blurted out, her better judgement getting bulldozed out of the way by the growing need for gratification. "I'll do anything, please. I need to cum. Please let me cum."

"Mmmm, that's more like it..." Harley closed the gap between their faces, her mouth capturing Beth's, her tongue delving into plunder the woman's open mouth before pulling out, leaving her breathless. "You're going to be a good girl for me then? When I fill you up with this thick load I have for you, you're gonna be a good little fuck-slut and get pregnant for me right?"

Even through her pleasurable daze, the idea of pregnancy pierced through the fog, Beth's mind clarifying briefly to fully understand what the words meant. Unfortunately her traitorous body more than overwhelmed her brain, her hips arching up to meet Harley's fingers, trying to drive them deeper into her, an instant and shameful acceptance, she wanted to be bred. She wanted Harley to empty those hefty balls of her into her womb and get her pregnant, the idea of her stomach swelling out with someone's child other than her husband's had her head spinning, her rational thoughts had fled entirely, the only thing that mattered was the idea of another person claiming her, of making her their's for everyone to see. That idea had her teetering on the edge of climax, so incredibly close that almost anything would push her over, Harley's fingers going frustratingly still.

"You're clamping down on me." Harley laughed into Beth's neck, even just the sensation of the woman's breath on her threatening to make her cum. "Your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it. It wants me to breed your slutty womb."

"Please," Beth said, face burning. "I'll do it." Her breathing came in loud pants. "I'll get pregnant for you." Her hips squirmed side to side, trying to get Harley's fingers to press into her in just the right way, **** to push herself over the edge. "I just need to cum."

"Then cum for me." Harley whispered in her ear, slamming her fingers back into Beth's oversensitive cunt.

Bethany's orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer.

She cried out, a high, keening whine of pure ecstasy, her hands scrambling around, **** for something to grab onto to help her weather the storm of the orgasm, but finding nothing that would grant her respite. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down, squeezing Harley's fingers as they worked in and out of her tunnel wringing out every drop of pleasure they could from Beth's orgasm, flooding her insides with heat. It was overwhelming. All she could do was cling despairingly to Harley as she tried her best to ride out the mind-erasing climax, her sopping wet pussy pulsating as it clenched down over and over on the invading fingers. Harley kissed at Beth's neck surprisingly tenderly, occasionally whispering about how she was such a good girl as Beth came, her long toe-curling orgasm coming to an end, the loud wordless, rapturous wail petering out and dying off.

Beth's climax left her breathless and gasping, collapsed down onto the couch, Harley slowing the pace of her fingers before drawing them out from the drenched hole they had left so thoroughly fulfilled. She raised her trio of dripping wet fingers to Beth's mouth, far too delirious to be concerned about anything she stuck out her tongue, eagerly cleaning drenched digits, mouth working furiously to cleanse them of her own juices. Harley chuckled, eventually withdrawing her fingers and wiping those spit-soaked digits dry on her incoherent fuck-toy's face. She let Beth recover from her orgasm, letting her gather her senses, she wanted the woman to be coherent again, at least for as long as it took for Harley to turn the woman into a whimpering mess when she bred her.