You looks how she laying on her bed completely naked, and masturbating to your image in her phone. She is very passionate about it and she doesn't see you. But you can see all your naked body. You are almost imperceptibly standing near the door to the room and look at that. What you do is up to you to decide

As you are entering the room, she didn't notice anything and continue masturbating with full passion on her phone. Her body shakes softly in pleasure, the little curly hair on her lower back rises when she exhales sharply from enjoying it too much. "Ah...mmm..." - Ella moans quietly, closing her eyes while you're standing there, unnoticed by her.

Her eyes fly open as she hears your voice and sees you standing there. A mix of embarrassment, shame, desire and shock runs through her body. She freezes momentarily, a strand of wetness connecting the tip of her middle finger to her lower lips. "Ah... Bruce... I-I..." - she stutters out, her heart racing as she tries to compose herself. Her cheeks flush crimson with shame, but she can't look away from you.

Ella watches you turn around, feeling her face burn even hotter. Her heart is racing and she's torn between wanting to apologize profusely and run away. Finally, she gathers up the courage to speak. "Ah... I-I'm sorry, Bruce... You... surprised me..." - her voice trails off as she struggles for words. "I didn't think you were coming over... I was just... enjoying myself... I shouldn't have..."

She glances back at you, looking for any sign of understanding or forgiveness in your expression. But all she sees is your profile: strong jawline, broad shoulders... it only serves to intensify the feeling inside her.

"I-It matters to me..." she whispers softly, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. She takes a deep breath and turns around, sitting up straight on the bed. Her eyes meet yours, shining with emotion that she can't quite put into words. "I never meant for you to see... I just..." - she hesitates, biting her lower lip before continuing, more boldly this time "- I like looking at you and thinking about us together."

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the realization dawning on your face. She flushes even deeper now, unable to meet your eyes directly. "I... I've always liked you, Bruce," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel things I've never felt before..."

She hesitates again, this time not because of fear or embarrassment, but because the admission is so hard to come by. Finally, she musters up the courage and looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Would... would you like me to show you?"

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers find their way between her legs. She arches her back slightly, giving you better access to the sensitive flesh. "Oh God...," she moans softly, her hips beginning to buck and writhe against your touch. Her body feels electrified by your touch, his words seeming to give her permission to let go fully into the pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her. The feeling of being wanted, of not being alone in this... it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. She opens her mouth to say something but is unable to form words past the gasps and moans that escape from her lips. Her body tenses, muscles coiling tightly as she feels the first wave of release washing over her.

"Bruce..." - she whispers his name like a prayer, wrapping one hand around his wrist and urging him to continue touching her, to not stop until she's had enough.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as you thrust into her, your body filling the space between them. She clings to you, nails digging into your shoulders, moaning and arching against you with each movement. The feel of your skin against hers, the hardness of you inside her... it's overwhelming and wonderful, making her lose track of time and place as she gives herself up to the passion that surges through her.

Her lips part under yours, his tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance as they try to convey all the things that words can't begin to express. She feels like she could stay like this forever - wrapped in your arms, connected to you on a level she never knew existed. But there's something more building inside her, some primal need for release that threatens to consume everything if it isn't met soon...

As she awakens from her intense dream, the reality of being alone in bed with you washes over her like a cool bath. Her heart races and she feels flushed again, this time not from passion but from embarrassment. She quickly glances around the room to make sure that no one else is there before looking back at you with wide eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, her hands moving to cover herself self-consciously. "It was just a dream..."

Her cheeks burn even hotter as she realizes how close this dream felt to reality and how badly she wants it to be true...

As she watches you move around the kitchen preparing breakfast, she nods slowly. "Y-Yes... I mean, once I realized it was just a dream... But thank you for asking." Her gaze drifts back to you and she can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She wonders if she should apologize again, but doesn't want to draw more attention to the situation than necessary.

"I-Is there anything I can do to help with breakfast?" she asks, her voice almost a whisper.

"Okay..." She carefully steps closer to you, careful not to intrude on your personal space too much. As she watches you prepare the breakfast, her eyes following your every movement, she can't help but feel a little nervous and self-conscious again. But at the same time, there's something thrilling about being this close to you like this... it makes her heart race with anticipation of what might happen next.

Ella swallows hard as she feels your warm breath against her ear, and then you move around to stand in front of her. Her heart is hammering wildly in her chest as she obeys your instructions, carefully placing the egg-laden spatula onto the plate with the crisp bacon strips. She can feel herself blushing furiously, but there's something oddly thrilling about this proximity, about being so close to you like this... It makes her tingle all over.

She glances up at you through her eyelashes, trying not to seem too eager or desperate for your attention. "Do you want me to do anything else?" she asks quietly.

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Ella takes the plate and finds a quiet spot at the dining table to eat. The breakfast tastes amazing but she barely touches it, too lost in thought about everything that's happened so far. She feels strange and unsettled... excited yet nervous. This morning was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and now that he's gone into the other room, she finds herself unable to focus on anything else but his presence.

She glances up at the clock, wondering how long it will be until he finishes in the bathroom. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what might happen when they are alone again...

Ella nods shyly, looking up at you through her lashes. "It was delicious... thank you for teaching me to make it." Her heart hammers against her ribs as she feels your fingers lightly brush back her hair. The simple touch sends a wave of warmth spreading across her skin, making her cheeks flush even deeper. She bites her lip, unsure how else to respond except with silence and hopeful expressions.

"So... what would you like to do now?" she asks finally, gesturing vaguely around the room. The question feels innocent enough on the surface but carries with it a weight of meaning that neither of them can deny.

Ella's face lights up at the suggestion, her nerves momentarily forgotten in anticipation of spending time with you like this. "Really? You don't mind?" she asks, sounding both surprised and hopeful. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she imagines cuddling up on the bed together, sharing laughter and inside jokes about their favorite characters and plot points.

She nods eagerly, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "We can make some popcorn and drink hot chocolate while we watch!"

"Okay," she says, her voice a breathy whisper as she stands up from the table and follows you over to the kitchen area. Her cheeks are still flushed with excitement, and she can feel her heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. As you begin to heat the pot for the popcorn, she carefully measures out some kernels and pours them into a bowl, her movements careful and deliberate as if everything depends on getting this just right.

The air between them feels charged with possibility as they work side-by-side in the kitchen. It's almost as if they're dancing around each other, taking small steps forward until finally they can no longer resist...

Ella hesitates before answering, her cheeks flushing darker at the question. "Um...no," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, there was someone I used to like but we drifted apart." She pauses, studying the kernels of popcorn in the bowl as if searching for something meaningful hidden among them. "He never really... made me feel the way you do," she whispers shyly, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes.

Her heart is racing now, but not with nervousness or fear this time; it's filled with a warmth and excitement that she's never experienced before. She wonders if he can see how much she likes you... if maybe, just maybe, there could be something more between them than just friendship...

Ella's heart skips a beat as you stroke her hair and whisper your words to her ear. The warmth spreading through her at your touch sends a shiver down her spine, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but the way his body feels so close to hers. She closes her eyes, trying to steady herself against this overwhelming wave of emotion.

As you kiss her cheek, she leans into you slightly, breathing in your familiar scent. The taste of popcorn and hot chocolate mingling on the air only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her. "I-It's not just a fantasy...," she whispers shakily. "I really like you, Bruce."

Her hand finds its way up to your arm, tracing gentle circles over your skin as if testing the reality of the situation. She knows that admitting these feelings aloud makes them real in a way they never were before, but she can't help herself; denying them would be like denying a part of who she is.

Ella blushes deeply as you step away from her, giving her space to process everything that's just been said and done. As she walks over to the bookshelf to choose a movie, she can feel your presence behind her, his heat radiating against her back like a physical representation of how much she likes him.

She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on making a decision about which movie to watch. Her fingers trail along the spines of the DVDs, pausing at several different titles before finally settling on one that she hasn't seen in a while but has always wanted to check out with someone special.

Turning around, she smiles shyly at you, hoping that her choice won't disappoint. "Do you want to watch this one?" she asks softly, holding up the DVD case for you to see.

Ella laughs softly and shrugs her shoulders. "I haven't seen it in a while either. It just reminded me of... well, I don't know, something I guess." She blushes deeply again as she realizes how much meaning there is behind her choice of words.

"So are you going to watch it with me?" she asks hopefully, the desire to spend more time with him written plainly on her face. Her heart races with anticipation, fearing that even now, she might be moving too fast for both of them. But at the same time, she can't help but feel as if this is exactly where she belongs.

With you.

Ella nestles deeper into the comfortable spot on your thighs as you put the DVD in and click play. She leans her head against your shoulder, their shoulders and hands still pressed together as they watch the film unfold before them. The familiar warmth of his body against hers feels so right; she can't help but wonder how she ever managed to deny herself this feeling for so long.

As they sit together like this, lost in the world of the movie and each other's company, Ella begins to feel a newfound sense of peace wash over her. She allows herself to relax into your embrace, savoring every touch and every word that passes between them. This is how it's supposed to be, she thinks dreamily. This is what love feels like.

Her heart swells in her chest, pressing against yours as they beat in perfect harmony; a reminder that even though their lives might change or pull them apart at some point down the road, for now and always, she will carry this moment with you inside her heart.

Ella laughs softly and shyly at your question. "I... I'm not sure," she murmurs, her cheeks flushing again as she thinks about the way things have progressed between the two of you today. "It just sort of happened, I guess. Sometimes you don't realize how much you like someone until you start spending time with them." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice even softer. "And when it does happen... it just feels right."

Her fingers thread through yours, their skin pressing gently against each other as they hold hands. The sensation sends another shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, making her heart race even faster. She presses closer to you, relishing in the closeness and the intimacy that has grown between them since this morning.

"I think... when you're with someone you like," she says thoughtfully, "you just let yourself go, and everything else falls into place." Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and expectation as she waits for you to respond, wanting desperately to know what you're thinking.

As his breath caresses her skin and his fingers tease her breasts, she feels herself melting against him. Her lips part in a soft moan as he leans in to press his warm mouth against hers, their tongues dancing together in a seductive rhythm that leaves her reeling with desire.

Her hands tangle in his hair, holding him close as they lose themselves in the moment. Her body arches into his touch, hungry for more contact, for closeness and intimacy. She doesn't know what will happen next or where this is going to lead them, but she knows one thing for certain: she wants it all with him.

With a whispered plea of "Bruce," her heart soars as he responds by kissing her deeper, his tongue dancing along hers as they explore every inch of each other's mouths. Her skin tingles where he touches her, and she feels herself growing increasingly aroused as their passion ignites, burning brighter with each passing moment.