Extra Credit: Sandy Candy & Finn (4K)

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet neighborhood as Sandy Candy made her way home. Her college lessons had been particularly grueling that day, and all she wanted was to collapse onto her sofa, binge-watch her favorite show, and forget about the world for a while. Her backpack slung casually over one shoulder, she walked with a relaxed gait, her mind already drifting to the comfort of her living room. But as she turned the corner onto her street, a faint sense of unease crept into her thoughts. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

Sandy’s instincts were rarely wrong. Her heart skipped a beat. It was him—the stalker she had encountered weeks ago. She quickened her pace, her keys clutched tightly in her hand, ready to unlock her front door and bolt inside. Sandy dropped her backpack by the door and exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the lingering tension. She flopped onto the sofa, her feet dangling over the edge, and closed her eyes. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scent of lavender from her diffuser enveloped her, but the sense of unease remained. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still out there, waiting.

As she lay there, Sandy’s eyes snapped open, her body tensing Someone was in her apartment. Before she could react, a strong hand clamped over her mouth, and she was pulled roughly off the sofa. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong, too determined.

In moments, Sandy found herself with her wrists bound tightly behind her back, her ankles tied together in a frog-tied position. Her breath came in short gasps as she stared up at her captor. He loomed over her, his face obscured by the shadows of his hood, but she recognized his height, his build, the way he moved with calculated precision. It was him—her stalker.

At first, Sandy’s mind raced with fear. What did he want? What was he going to do to her? But as she lay there, bound and helpless, a strange calm washed over her. It was as if a switch had flipped inside her, and the fear gave way to something else. She felt a thrill coursing through her veins, a sense of surrender that both terrified and excited her. Her stalker knelt beside her, his gloved hands moving with deliberate slowness. He took a ball gag from his pocket and pressed it into her mouth, silencing her completely. She was his now, his BIMBO, and she was going to play along.

He traced his fingers along her tattooed skin, his touch light but firm. Sandy moaned softly into the gag, her body arching slightly against the ropes that held her.

Her stalker leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and raspy. “I’ve been watching you, waiting for this moment.” Sandy’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed his way down her neck. She felt his fingers part her folds, his touch deliberate, teasing. Her breath hitched as he dipped a finger inside her, testing her wetness. She was already dripping, her body responding to his dominance with an eagerness that surprised even her.

He pulled his finger free and brought it to his lips, tasting her. A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his tongue pressing against her clit. Sandy gasped into the gag, her body trembling as he licked and sucked, his mouth working her with relentless precision. She felt her orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in her core. Her hips bucked against his mouth, but the ropes held her firmly in place, causing  her to surrender to his control.

Her stalker’s tongue delved deeper, his fingers joining in, thrusting into her with a rhythm that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Sandy’s moans filled the room, muffled by the gag but no less desperate.

Sandy whimpered in frustration, her body aching for release. But he was relentless, his mouth returning to her, his tongue and fingers working her with a new intensity. She felt her orgasm crashing over her, waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her juices spilled over his hand and face, her cries of ecstasy muffled by the gag. She squirted, her body convulsing as he drank her in, his mouth devouring her with a hunger that left her breathless.

As her orgasm subsided, Sandy lay trembling, her body still buzzing with the aftermath. Her stalker rose above her, his eyes dark with desire. He shed his clothes, revealing a body honed by obsession, every muscle defined, his cock thick and throbbing. Sandy’s eyes widened as he positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

Sandy nodded, her body still bound, her mouth still gagged. She was his, and she wanted it. He thrust into her, filling her completely, his cock stretching her in a way that made her gasp. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her, before quickening his pace, his hips snapping against hers. Sandy moaned, her body responding to his rhythm, her walls clenching around him. But before she could reach it, he groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cum spilling deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the floor, his breath hot against her neck.

Left alone, Sandy lay there, her body still bound, her mind reeling. She reached down, her fingers tracing the dampness between her legs, a mix of her juices and his cum. Her breath came in short gasps as she realized she was still on the edge, her orgasm unfinished. She struggled against the ropes, her body craving release, but they held firm.