“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Jacinta asked, clearly embarrassed, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture to protect herself.

Mr. Moore’s nose flared in anger, pushing the barely legal teen against the wall, wrapping his hand around her throat. “Wanna lie to me again, little spic bitch?” Jacinta attempted to squiggle out of his iron grip to no avail; his other hanf was wrapped around her legs. “What was the caption?

“I wish..” She was almost in tears. Her mom would find out about her and Vance, and she could never see him again. Not to mention she would be grounded for infinity. “I wish.. it was your thick cock in my tight little pussy instead of that fake.”

“Good girl.” He switched their positions, forcing them to face each other, pressing his rock hard cock against her pelvis. “Now.. are you going to relieve me of my problem and suck my cock or are you going to tell your Mom about your nymphomania?”

Mr. Moore grinned at the way she clasped his shirt pocket. She was still protesting, albeit weakly. “Choose quickly, slut.”