They release it

Meanwhile, John turned to Camila with a wicked grin on his face. "Give me the footage," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I can't wait to post it online and see how much money we can make off of that dumb whore."

Camila handed over the camera, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Here you go, John," she said, her voice filled with glee.

John sat down at his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he set up an Onlyfans account for himself. He couldn't wait to start making money off of Lydia's misery.

"Alright, it's all set up," John said, turning to Camila with a wicked grin. "We just need to upload the video and get some subscribers."

Camila nodded in agreement, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched John upload the video. "This is going to be huge, John," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

John chuckled, his eyes scanning over the video as it uploaded.

John'"s fingers flew over the keyboard as he uploaded the video to several free sites. He wanted to get as many people interested as possible, to maximize the potential revenue from his new venture. Camila watched over his shoulder, her excitement palpable.

"There, it's done," John said, leaning back in his chair. "Now we just have to wait for the subscribers to start rolling in."

Camila nodded, her eyes scanning over the various websites where the video had been posted.

"Now, let's celebrate," John said, his eyes gleaming with malice as he turned to Camila. "Get down on your knees, Camila. I want you to clean my cock."

Camila's eyes lit up with excitement as she quickly dropped to her knees. "Yes, John," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

John sneered at her, his cock still smeared with Lydia's blood and cum. "Lick it clean, Camila. Every last drop."

Camila's tongue darted out, and she began to lick John's cock with fervor, her eyes never leaving his face.

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the computer screen as the video of Lydia's **** finishes uploading. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"Hey, John," Camila said, breaking the silence. "What's our next move?"