The SQUIP knew that this would end up happening-- that Justine would attempt to touch it as well, and the touch of her soft hand beside Connor's is very nice. It's never had the good fortune to have two partners fight for the honor of stroking it before, and it's more than okay with it--

-- but then Connor pushes it down onto the bed, between Justine's slim thighs, and it can't help but grin as it settles itself there, pressing fingers against her to spread her open before it.

"Don't worry, Justine," the SQUIP says, its voice warm and dark. "We haven't forgotten you."

And then it dips down to lap its tongue over her clit, the long fingers of its free hand wrapping around her thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft, fair skin.