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It was weird how Marina wasn’t responding to her, especially since they always communicate through the CQ-80 considering that was the major form of communication that they used, second to the radio. Agent 8 gave Marina a moment to maybe get herself together before she talked about how she completed her latest mission in the station she set off to, assuming that Marina might’ve been busy. C.Q Cumber also happened to be there, just to listen in on what Marina had to say regarding Agent 8’s latest achievement.
What Agent 8 and C.Q Cumber saw after logging onto the CQ-80, let’s just say that it shocked the both of them that they just had no words to say.
Marina’s shirt was raised up, her tentacles were all over her body—head to toe, and she was fucking herself over and over again. She was even milking herself dry. And from the looks of it, she looked like she just finished for the second or third time seeing how her legs looked wet and sticky. She was also sweating and gasping for air.
Despite being fully displayed online, she still kept going.
Her tentacles went deeper into her vagina and naturally, she let out a loud moan. She also massaged her breasts, letting lots of milk spill out from her nipples.
At the sound of Marina moaning, Agent 8 and C.Q Cumber literally spat out ink and it got on the floor under them. Agent 8’s eyes popped out of her eye sockets and C.Q Cumber’s hat fell right off his head. They looked at each other, still shocked by what they were seeing right now.
Agent 8 hadn’t realized that her CQ-80 fell out of her hand and hit the floor.
When she finally did come to her senses, Marina had her mouth wide open and looked embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed and everything.
Marina quickly went offline for a minute, leaving Agent 8 and C.Q Cumber to just stare at each other.
“Did you… just see that?” She watched C.Q Cumber nod his head. She grabbed her CQ-80 and just blinked a few times, still unsure of what to say. She heard C.Q Cumber clear his voice, awkwardly wriggling around next to her.
“She... was masturbating.” He said all of a sudden, to which Agent 8 just nodded.
“Yeah... she moaned, too.”
“...Yes, I heard.”
After Marina fixed herself up, she came back online and adjusted her headphones nervously.
“So um,” She tapped at the keys to her laptop’s keyboard and then cleared her throat, looking up at Agent 8 as normally as she possibly could. “How was... the mission, Eight?”