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[ She hasn't tripped out like this in years, and the relief in her to just let her stupid fucking mind go is liquid. For all the talk about the hivemind, the symbiotes actually had a measure of personal space, not really meant to get this close together, but Annie's broken that boundary as easy as cracking a pair of eggs against each other, letting them mix; viscous and wet. Touch is slippery, breathing is humid, sticky down the insides of her thighs. They can toe the line for a little while, trying to play unhurried to the break in their reluctance, but that break is there. When the straining rut to hit that-- that there-- there-- will be enough to be enough.

She hasn't seen spots from a good fuck since she was a horny teenager, she cackles, giddy with it, clinging on the Nyx for absolutely dear life because she has no idea which way is up. For a second she isn't even entirely sure which one of them she is until she's laughing, ]

Don't-- ah-- Don't drop me, shit. Fucking-- mother-- ahaha.