Celeste gave him a look that promised enjoyable retribution as she knocked her free leg against the hand that had swatted at her, in truth her attention was divided between the two of them, and the tightness in her stomach currently, had nothing to do with her nausea. Grinning a smile that always promised interesting things, she leaned forward and reached a hand, smacking Tellus' pussy lips, which got a long drawn out moan against Rayner's shaft even as her ass wiggled against Celeste's hand for more.<br/><br/>"Remember, I want to be able to play with the merchandise later, Tiny..." She then slipped two fingers into Tellus slick hole, pushing them in hard enough that it wasn't long before Tellus was writhing against Celeste hand while Celeste grinned at Rayner over her back.<br/><br/><i>Oh goddess...</i>Tellus hadn't expected Celeste to take such an active role in their ...what started as a game. But as she thrust her ass back against the fingers, she couldn't picture Celeste's face at all, the two images in her head could not match at all. Combined with the hard shaft in her mouth being pushed further and further down her throat until she could smell nothing but the pheromones from his body, Tellus completely lost herself in the sex.  In an odd sense, she was a receptacle for their own lust, feeding each, then drawing it out to return it to the other. More and more she drew from Rayner, her tongue swirling around his stiff member, adding more and more mindless energy to him, filling him with lust till it would seem that she wasn't even in the room. It wouldn't be purposeful, but she would simply be an object of lust, not a subject of it. Celeste would be the subject of it, feeding off his own attraction to the girl.