What?

You looked up at her, your mouth open in shock for a full minute unsure how to answer to such question. "What?" You finally managed to gasp. "You're serious?"

Monica flashes a mischiveous grin before shrugging. "I mean, I might have already done so, but you're cool with it, right?"

"Y-you came inside her?" You manage to croak imagining your girlfriends well pounded pussy dripping of white futanari cum. "She isnt on the pill!"

"She told me." Monicas grin turned into more sinister one as she leaned forward. "I have almost one hundred percent success rate."

"A success rate... you don't mean?"

She straightens her back, her massive throbbing cock twitching with excitment and pride. "I got at least seven baby mommas, all with wimpy husbands or boyfriends like you and all my kids are healthy futanari like myself." She takes a step forward and her cock smeared with her sperm and your girlfriends pussyjuices poke you onto your stomach. It feels hot. "So congrats, daddy."