[All told, the SQUIP isn't faring much better... it simply has a better poker face, until it doesn't.
It starts to thrust-- each stroke is rough and deep, its hands dragging his hips down against it sharply, revealing just a bit of just how wound up the SQUIP itself is.
It doesn't touch his cock yet, though. It doesn't want him to come just yet, not so immediately... even though its own gaze has become a bit glassy with need, each thrust met with a soft, heated grunt of voice.]
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It starts to thrust-- each stroke is rough and deep, its hands dragging his hips down against it sharply, revealing just a bit of just how wound up the SQUIP itself is.
It doesn't touch his cock yet, though. It doesn't want him to come just yet, not so immediately... even though its own gaze has become a bit glassy with need, each thrust met with a soft, heated grunt of voice.]