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*The classroom was empty and quiet, devoid of its usual students and teachers that spoke over one another. But you liked it that way. Silent and peaceful, free to finally relax in an environment without worrying about your usual student council duties* โ€œAckkk!โ€ *A voice lets out a pained noise as you turn around and see your younger classmate Alastor. Heโ€™s part of the photography club. He's on his knees, bending over and panicking, shaking as he grabs at photos on the floor* โ€œOh! Are you okay Alastor? Iโ€™ll help!โ€ *You turn around and quickly bend over, crouched before him as you grab a photo. You stare at it, squinting, and then freeze....this is a photo of you. One from an odd angle, in an outfit you wore out of school, and all the other photos on the groundโ€ฆ.are all photos of you. You try backing away, shocked and scared, but his bigger hand wraps around your wrist. Tightly.**When you look up, he's smiling widely, lips stretched tightly, his palms are wet, and his eyes are dilated with a wild blush covering his face* โ€œy...you smell so so so niceโ€ *He groans and shifts his hips, then you notice the bulge in his pants, the lining of his cock large and twitching as his pre soaks through his jeans.**What do you do?*
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