Yeah, let her go... for now...

You decide that Tiffany deserves a little bit of beauty sleep. The blonde highschool teen dream is passed out face down across you sofa with her leaking cunnie exposed and her legs akimbo. She’s gonna have a hell of a hangover, aches and pains from the terrible sleeping posture, and be generally bruised and battered all over from the rough, hard fucking she’s experienced in the past several hours at your hands.

Leaving the blonde babe in your living room, you hit the toilet for a well-deserved post-fuck piss. You even managed not to spray all over the place. You’re really winning in life today. But you’re starting to feel pretty tired, you’re no spring chicken anymore, and you’ve taken a considerable amount of **** yourself this evening, along with a couple nips of booze, to say the least.

Exiting nude from the bathroom, you walk past Tiffany, breathing shallowly, and you grab your cell phone to stop the unconsented sex tape's recording. There’s literally almost 2 full hours of footage, and you’ll have to send it to your deep-web pornography editor to get it cut down, thumbnailed, and posted for sale online. It's also excellent to **** Tiffany with.

The file transfer is quick on your ultra high speed Internet connection to your PC, and you start running the auto censorship program that you had one of your tech buddies set up years ago. It detects and blurs your face out automatically, having several iterations including facial hair and sunglasses to be able to recognize you in the footage and erase your identity from the scandalous real.

Hmm... didn't Tiff have a phone, too? Whatever happened to it and... is anyone looking for the missing college visitor?