* …It whispered to her, a faint tickle in the back of her mind that she willingly accepted as her own voice, as the sympathetic reassurance that she...needed now more than ever. It was only too late before it had snared her, wrapped around her and oozed over her ever curve and contour. Though they always start scared and confused, they eventually accept it, accept the Symbiote as a part of their person, their new person. It would give her the power to get what she wanted, to be with who she. We sat there for what seemed like forever before our food came out of the kitchen. The smell of the fresh pastry filled my nostrils whilst the scent of his battered haddock filled his.“Any sauces?” The waitress asked.“Just tomato sauce please,” Kyle answered as I started to cut into my Cornish pasty.The waitress toddled off for a few moments before returning with a handful of sauce sachets.“Enjoy,” she said.Kyle and I smirked at one another as she walked away.“Think she could give me any more. .UUUUUHHHH " as my thrusts became harder and faster. She wrapped her arms around me and bit my shoulder. Her legs were shaking and she was grinding her cunt aganist me again. Her body was writhing wildly. Time seemed to slow down as her orgasms took over and her teeth sank into my skin. The excitement of cumming inside her unprotected pussy again drove me to the edge of insanity and my cock started to grow harder and longer in length. The sheathing and unsheathing of my shaft was so intense.I. We heared him through the glass, and both Yasha and I looked straight into his face when he turned his head. Probably time to get back inside. That proved to be a good idea. Nothing says Hey man, we're still fucking more than Yasha's body slamming into the wall. Nothing says Dude, already? more than the uncountable amount of Fuck!s she screamed. And nothing says Send that girl over here, I'll finish what you started more than... well, more than me actually shouting that. Nothing happened.