The B.N.W.O. Trap
Now that you've cum the reality of what you've just done hits you... hard. Marissa stands up and walks over to where you sit, looming over you with her hands on her wide hips.
"Well what are you waiting for. You know what you have to do now don't you."
You look up at her, searching for some kind of empathy but quickly realise there is none to be found.
"That's right white boi... get down on your fucking knees and lick up all that nasty white cum. That's it. All of it. Don't even think about it... just do it!"
As you sink to the floor and start to lap up the pool of white jizz you sprayed onto Marissa's hardwood floor you hear a deep chuckle coming from the direction of the doorway to the kitchen. You look up and see Marissa's husband standing there filming you on his phone.
"Clean your mess bitch," Marissa snarls as she pushes your head back down.
You finish your task, the taste of cum filling your throat and nostrils... but you know this is just the start. They have you on video and now everything that Marissa talked about is going to happen... and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
"Go home Tony," Marissa says calmly. "We'll see you again soon..."