Justine isn't able to pout for long because SQUIP is moving between her legs and pushing apart her thighs. She feels the heat of his breath and then the skilled texture of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. A moan catches in her throat and she looks up at Connor.

"I know." She whispered and then gasped as it began to send little jolts of electricity up her spine and out to the tips of her fingers and toes. "Fuck." Justine gasped as her eyes locked on Connor.

He was one of the most attractive men she'd ever met and that remained to be true. She watched him touch himself, her cheeks flushed by arousal while her eyes were lidded with pleasure. "Come here Connor. Let me play with you too."