One final humiliation

You move to wipe your face with your hands, but Brian grabs your wrists to stop you.

"No. If you're truly sorry, you'll travel home like that." He says sadistically.

"What?! But I can't even open my eyes!" You protest, outraged.

You then feel Brian grab your hair, and use it to wipe your eyes. You now have a bit of cum left on your face, and an absolute load of sticky, gooey semen very visibly staining your hair.

+10 Cum in Hair (ml)

Horror sets in as you realize the futility of getting all that cum out of your hair without a shower, and you doubt that Brian is about to allow you to use his. Clenching your fists in fury and trepidation, you quickly gather your clothes and hurry out of the door before he can do anything else to make your journey home even worse.

"Not even a kiss goodbye! Sluts these days!" Brian jeers at your back as you flee from his house.