Round 2

Irene greedily lapped up the overflowing cum out of her mom's pussy, the taste of her own mixing in with the flavor, making it a little better than before. This time she was actually able to taste most of it, instead of it all being shoved down her throat without the chance.

It poured out like a gooey sludge, its contents a little thicker than she had originally believed, but the taste was still incredible and little did she know that there was more waiting for her. She swallowed what she could then dove back in for another helping, a minute later and it seemed whatever had been deposited had either stayed deep in her mother's womb or was now inside her stomach. Hungry for more, Irene stuck her tongue as far as she could but found no more cum inside, the chasm was empty and nearly dried up.

Betsy leaned back against the door and stroked her cock viciously until it reached full mast, she spit on her hand and rubbed it all over the surface. She approached Irene and immediately spun her around on the dark blue carpet, now turned a darker shade in spots, like someone had spilled a drink. She took her head in both hands and shoved the cock down her throat, this time with much more ease than the first. It was all the better that the teen seemed to be more into it this time around. Betsy didn't really need to **** her down this time, but the idea of control and dominance is what turned her on. She didn't care of the brat was willing or not, as long as she was willing to breed. Like her mother.

Her cock slid in and out, catching here and there against the girl's throat until it eventually gave. For a few moments this happened. Irene's eyes watered and spit drooled down her face and the cock impaling her, but she wanted more. She wanted what her mom got; black cum deep inside her and she wanted it in ever hole.

The cock withdrew from her mouth as Betsy gave her the opportunity to breath, "Ms. Betsy, please fuck me stupid. I want your big cock inside of me, feeding my insides and making me full. I'll even take the chance of swelling my belly for you."

The words caught Betsy off-guard, but she wanted that--she wanted that for every girl in the city. Bellies swelling with her children, her very own harem. Screw Lady Damien, she didn't have any control over her. Who was she to bar her off from her own conquest? This was the plan after all, to attract more females to the city to breed all of them. Every Futa in town knew this, and she couldn't stop any of them from doing as they pleased.