The room was dimly lit, the only sound the heavy breathing of James and the infected woman straddling him. His hands were sweaty as they gripped her hips, her curves pressing firmly against his body. "You shouldn't have let me in," she whispered, her voice like acid. But James was too lost in the moment, his mind reeling with confusion and an overwhelming surge of desire as her big bubble butt bounced rhythmically on his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body tortured and tempted him all at once. A pained groan escaped his lips as his body spasmed, each thrust sending spasms of ecstasy and agony through his every nerve. "More," she moaned, grinding against him. His heart pounded wild, unaware of the impending doom that every qualification of cumshot brought closer.James's mind was a whirlwind. He could feel his body betraying him, spurting cumshot after cumshot, but his system was overloading, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion. "Why are you still moving?" he panted, his body aching with each thrust. A wicked smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with hunger. "Because, James, you're just the beginning. They want all of you... until there's nothing left." Her voice was a haunting melody, an echo of his impending fate resonating in the room.