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Chapter 29 by dbzzzzz dbzzzzz

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He gets home, finally

Sam stood frozen, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"Come on, Sammy," Candy cooed, twirling the house key between her fingers. "Underwear. Now."

Sam hesitated.

She had him. She knew it.

If he refused, she’d tell the cheerleaders. Hell, she might tell everyone. The videos were already spreading—all it would take was one name.

His name.

And so, trembling with humiliation, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband… and pushed them down.

His cock sprang free.

Candy grinned as she watched his underwear drop to his ankles. "Good boy."

Sam bent to pick them up, but before he could even hand them over, Candy snatched them from his fingers, holding them up like a trophy.

"You won’t be needing these anymore," she teased, twirling them lazily around her finger.

Sam’s hands immediately moved to cover himself, but Candy sighed dramatically.

"No, no, no. Don’t be shy now, big guy." She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his now fully exposed, fully hard cock. "I’ve already seen it bouncing all over the place. Might as well give me a proper look."

Sam hesitated.

She tilted her head, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Do you want your key or not?"

Sam swallowed hard. Then, slowly, painfully, he dropped his hands.

His cock twitched—right in front of her.

Candy's eyes lit up.

"God, Sammy," she murmured, openly admiring him. "If you had just shown me this cock earlier, I would have gotten you naked so much sooner."

Sam burned with shame.

Then—click.

His stomach dropped.

Candy had taken a picture.

"Mmm," she hummed, glancing at the screen, "you look good like this. All hard, all helpless."

Sam’s legs shook.

Then, instead of handing him the key, Candy stepped past him—walking straight to his door and unlocking it herself.

"There we go," she said sweetly, pocketing his house key like she owned it.

Sam’s mouth opened—but before he could say anything, Candy suddenly grabbed his cock.

Sam gasped.

She stroked him. Slow. Deliberate. Watching his reaction.

"See you tomorrow at school, Sammy," she whispered, giving him one last squeeze before turning and walking towards her own apartment. She gave his butt a little smack, causing him to stumble into his house, finally able to end his school day, hard and throbbing

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