No

Jacinta rubbed at her drenched clit, moaning around Mr. Moore’s cock as she searched for release. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet, Master...” Jacinta slurped up and down his cock, her hand furiously pumping. She thought of his cum as her gift; to be worn, eaten, but never thrown away.

“I bet you do this for good grades, don’t you, you wetback slut? You suck dick and that’s the only reason you’ve gotten to 12th grade. Your brain’s not worth anything.”

Jacinta nodded, not truly knowing what she was agreeing to. “Everything you say is right, Master,” Jacinta muttered around his cock. “I’m a Latrino whore who only exists to please white men. I’m only worth my slutty spic pussy, mouth, and brown star.”

Mr. Moore trembled in anticipation, his abs tightening as he pulled his cock out of her wet, hot mouth, and sprayed his seed over her entire face.