Eli was chilling at a campus cafe with Scott and Peter, still buzzing from last night’s club madness—laughing about how Stiles had taken every cock like a champ, her holes leaking cum for hours. “Man, that slut’s pussy was still tight after the first ten guys,” Scott smirked, sipping his iced americano. Peter chuckled, “And her ass? Gripped like she was born for gangbangs. You sharing her again, Eli?”

Eli grinned, about to boast, when his phone buzzed—Dad: “Home. Now. Urgent.” He stiffened, face paling. “Shit… Dad sounds pissed. Gotta bounce.” He bolted without explanation, jumping into his car, tires screeching as he sped home. “Fuck, what now? Did he find out about the club? Or Stiles?” Heart pounding, he rehearsed his innocent act—good boy face on, the one that always worked on his parents.