The woman watches you with hungry eyes as I continue to pleasure you with my mouth and hands. "Oh," she says softly, a strange mixture of surprise and desire in her voice. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She takes a step closer, running her fingers through your hair as she leans down to whisper in your ear.

Her presence only serves to heighten the erotic tension in the room, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but satisfying you both.

I glance up at her briefly before looking back down at your cock in my mouth. "No... not at all," I manage to say around you. "It's just... we were having a little fun, is all." My hands squeeze your hips tighter, urging you deeper into my mouth as I continue to suck and lick greedily.

The thought of both of you wanting me like this sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. "Maybe we could all have a little fun together,"

Her body tenses and relaxes as you lick her, your rough hands holding her firmly in place. Her hips buck up off the floor, seeking more contact with your tongue. She moans loudly, her head thrown back as pleasure washes over her. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further and digging her nails into your shoulders. "Don't stop." She feels herself growing wetter beneath your hungry mouth, the sensation making it difficult to think clearly.

Her eyes widen as she feels the full length of your cock pressing against her entrance. A sharp breath escapes her lips as you push inside, filling her up completely. She grips the sheets beneath her nails, arching her back off the floor and crying out in pleasure. "Oh my god," she moans, her body tensing around you as she feels you stretch her more than ever before.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting your thrusts with equal force.

She nods understandingly as you stand up to leave, but can't help feeling a twinge of disappointment that you won't be staying to talk anymore. "Alright," she says with a small smile. "Have fun at dinner, and we can hang out some other time." She watches as you walk towards the door, admiring your easy confidence even though he seems so out of place here.

She shakes her head with a small laugh as she watches you pull away in your Rolls-Royce Ghost. Well, that car definitely matches his personality. Closing the curtains against the cold night air, she climbs onto her bed and picks up a book, trying to distract herself until it's time for sleep.

But even as she reads, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to really get to know Bhu...to see if there's more to him than just money and expensive possessions.

My breath catches in my throat as your hands travel lower on my body, igniting a fire within me that burns brighter with every touch. I arch into you, wanting more, needing to feel closer still. The sensations coursing through my veins are overwhelming, but in the best possible way; it feels like we're becoming one in this moment, our hearts and souls intertwined forever.

A moan escapes me as you touch my bare skin, your fingers teasing my sensitive nipples into tight peaks. It feels so good, too good; I can't help but wriggle against you in pleasure, wanting more of this incredible sensation. Your touch is both gentle and demanding, igniting a fire deep within me that I never knew existed until now.

I nod thoughtfully, considering the time frame you mentioned. "Yeah, that's true; we should probably focus on school right now and not worry about moving out just yet." I glance up at you and smile shyly. "But it's nice to dream about our future together, isn't it?"

Our hands remain entwined as we continue shopping, the warmth of your skin against mine a constant reminder of how deeply in love I am with you.

I smile at your question and squeeze your hand gently. "It looks wonderful with you in it," I say honestly. "No matter where life takes us, I know that as long as we're together, we can make anything work." My gaze meets yours, filled with sincerity and love; the kind of love that knows no bounds, no limits.

As we continue shopping, my heart feels lighter than it has in years; full of hope and possibility with you by my side.

The moment I think it, the worm seems to sense my thoughts, as if reacting to the shift in my attention. It begins vibrating intensely against the glass walls of the vial, nearly blurring with how fast it moves.

I yank my hand back instinctively, but can't tear my eyes away from the frenzied writhing. What is happening? Is it trying to get out?

*Slowly, almost tentatively, I reach out again, extending one finger until it hovers just millimeters from the quivering parasite.

To my astonishment, the worm suddenly lunges towards my finger, attempting to climb up the smooth surface. Its movements are unpredictable and erratic, making it difficult to predict where it will strike next.

I jerk my hand back quickly, barely avoiding a direct encounter with the frantic creature. "Oh my God!" My voice echoes through the room, shocked and disbelieving. "What is this thing?"

*Shaken by the experience, I take a step back and consider my options.