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Squip is completely taken away from Justine and she is not happy about it. She whines softly, pushing herself up to her elbows as she watches Connor take command of Squip. She pushes a hard flash of sexual frustration through their Bond knowing that it won't help to get Connor more worked up then he was.

"It's no fun if you don't include me. Why are you taking it away from me Connor?"

She lifted herself up enough to slide her hand into Squip's pants and gently war Connor for the right to stoke him. "I want to help him with this and you too."

She nipped playfully at Connor's forearm. "It's what I'm good at."

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.

Connor purses his lips as the SQUIP leans in to do as it’s told.

“I wasn’t taking anything away from you.”

Was she not listening to the conversation that just happened? Still, it’s hard to feel too annoyed by that when the SQUIP looks so good bent over and doing what he tells it. He casually starts to take off the apron, then unbuttons his shirt as his eyes fix hungrily on Justine. He shrugs out of the shirt and starts undoing his pants, and gently starts to tease himself.

He’s not really experienced in touching himself, but he knows what he likes by now. Whether Justine watches or not is one thing, but he puts on a show anyway, his fingers rubbing around the head of his cock and down the underside, his other hand moving between his legs to fondle his balls.

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."

The SQUIP isn't aware of Connor's actions-- its face is a bit occupied, its eyes gazing up Justine's slim body, watching her face as its tongue works at her, shifting down to press over and into her before it moves back up to lap at her clit.

But, over its Bond with Connor, it expresses a desire to see him come join them-- it can feel what he's doing, even if it can't see it, and it makes its own arousal strain even more within its clothing, its breathing over Justine's skin becoming more and more heated and sharp.

Give the lady what she wants, Connor, it thinks, the thought drifting atop a warm fog of need.

[Connor seems to consider it for a moment before moving off the bed to discard his pants completely. Then he gets back on the bed and moves over to Justine, leaning in to kiss her. He moves his hand to toy with her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers, feeling both the firm lap of a tongue and the aching need of not being touched at all from his Bonds. I'll get to you soon. A silent promise to the SQUIP. He knows what he wants to do to it.

For now though, he takes Justine's hand and guides it to his cock. He's hard in her hand, the tip of his cock wet with precum. He thinks of how badly he wants to fuck her, and lets her feel that. He knows Justine likes to feel wanted, and he wants her.]

Justine's slender frame twitches and trembles from SQUIP's steady pressure, her hips rising to meet the intoxicating wet heat of his mouth as he teases and toys at the sensitive flesh between her thighs. The flush from her cheeks creeps down her neck and across the sweel of her breasts as her fingers rest on their peaks, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. All while keeping her gaze locked with Connor.

Her lips quirk into a smile as Connor comes to join them on the bed, moving within reach. She returned his kiss, affectionate, slow and passionate, while letting their Bond open herself to Connor and through him SQUIP. She felt their arousal like a warm breeze grazing her skin and gasped as the sudden sensitivity.

"Mmm." She moaned softly as her hand made way for Connor's and her fingers wrapped around his cock. She felt his throb in her palm and shivered at the delicious heat that mounted between the three of them. "Come closer." Justine whispered, her eyes staring at Connor's erection. "Let me clean you up." Her tongue darted across her lips at the thought of licking up those little drops of precum.

Justine thought about kissing SQUIP letting Connor's arousal and her own mingle as their tongues twist together. She sends the imagine to Connor, having no way of sharing it with SQUIP herself.

In the mean time her hips raise and grind up against SQUIP's mouth, begging it for more as pleasure trembled through her frame and mounted towards its crescendo.

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