"Who are you?"He could hear the panic in her voice, feel it in the quiver of her body. The terror he had seen in her eyes fed the rage that he felt at...having been forced to live without her. He wanted to turn her around, take her in his arms and crush her mouth with his, make her understand he was really her Niko."Camille, it's me," he whispered into her ear, his lips moving against the sensitive shell. "I'm alive. I'm sorry... so sorry. Please, agapi mou... it's me."The tension left her body. ”As I waited in the hotel lobby I was more presentable than I had been the last week, thus more comfortable. Looking over at me Marcia held up her hand, as we discussed, and showed me the number of fingers indicating the floor where our room was—five. I took the elevator to the fifth floor and waited for her.Once inside the room on the fifth floor it was as if we were hurled into each other’s arms. With our mouths wide open in a tongue-twirling kiss we seemed to be driven by a mysterious need. Shaking gave way to twitching as she recovered from her orgasm. Once relaxed she looked up at him and let out an exhausted laugh. "I've never came like that in my life." Mark couldn't help but smile. His fingers still penetrating her slowly. "Please, Mark." She begged as she rubbed his rock hard cock. "Please put it in me. I've wanted you since I was little. Please" Mark didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately pulled his trunks down far enough to expose his thick penis. He rubbed the tip. It smells delicious, just like the plant it came from. The pod seems to breathe, contracting its form like a lung. A squishy sound catches her attention as a small opening appears in the upper side of the pod and a little tentacle comes out. It is very thin and only a few inches long.Slowly, the tentacle fattens and grows as more slime is pumped inside of it. Soon, it is nearly triple its previous length but thinner. It resembles the pink cock-like shape from the plant, Madelyn’s plant. It.