Kicks her out and uploads video

"Get dressed," he spat, flinging her crumpled clothes at her face. The fabric stuck to her tear-streaked skin, damp with sweat and humiliation.

Camila’s camera followed every shuddering breath, zooming in as Amelia fumbled with her underwear, her hands trembling too violently to pull them up properly. John watched with a smirk, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

John’s smirk widened as Amelia staggered, her legs unsteady beneath her. "Get out of here," he commanded, his voice dripping with contempt. "I’ll see you at school tomorrow—and when I want you again, you best be ready." His fingers trailed down her arm, nails biting just enough to leave faint red marks before shoving her toward the door.

Amelia flinched as the knob dug into her spine, her breath hitching when Camila’s camera lens flickered in the dim light, capturing every tremor. The weight of his cum still seeped between her thighs, sticky and warm, as she fumbled with the door handle.

John exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as he turned away from the door—Amelia’s choked sobs still audible through the wood as she stumbled down the hallway. His fingers flexed, still humming with the heat of her violated flesh, before he stalked toward the cluttered desk where his laptop lay half-open. The screen glowed, casting sickly blue light across the sweat-damp planes of his chest.

"Camila," he barked, not bothering to glance back as the camera’s light flickered off. "Enough lurking. Bring it here."

The woman emerged from the shadows, her smirk audible in the drag of her bare feet against the floorboards.

Camila’s fingers curled around the camera as she stepped forward. She licked her lips, gaze raking over John’s heaving chest before sliding lower. “Fuck, that was hot,” she purred, dragging a nail down his sweat-slicked abdomen. “The way she choked on every sob it was like she couldn’t decide whether to beg you to stop or fuck her harder.”

John’s smirk deepened as he snatched the camera from her, his free hand clamping around the back of her neck to yank her against him. “You’re sick,” he muttered, though the approval in his voice was unmistakable.

John’s grip on the camera tightened as he angled the screen toward him, the playback already queued—Amelia’s tear-streaked face, the way her body had convulsed around him. Camila’s breath hitched when she noticed the thick length of him still rigid against his stomach, glistening with the remnants of his earlier brutality. Without hesitation, she sank to her knees, her tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe up his shaft before taking him fully into her mouth.

John’s fingers danced across the laptop keys, his other hand still tangled in Camila’s hair as she worked his cock with wet, eager noises. The screen flickered, the video file dragged into an open browser tab uploading it to their Onlyfans site. His breath hitched as he clicked upload, the progress bar inching forward while Camila’s tongue swirled around his tip, her moan vibrating through him.

A smirk twisted his lips as the notification flashed: Upload Complete.