“You had no right to go through my phone!”

“You had no right to go through my phone!” Jacinta screamed in anger.

Her professor snorted at her words. “Oh, but I did. Especially with how hard they made me. My favorite is the one where your phat ass is on display, begging to be fucked.”

“Is that what you are? Are you a dirty Latrino whore that loves to be ass-fucked?”

Jacinta’s fist trembled in her hand. “You’re sick.”

“And you’re sicker. You know here, in North Carolina, you can face up to 7.6 years for not only producing child pornography, but for distributing it as well.”

Jacinta sneered. “I’m 18, jackass.”

“But you were seventeen when you sent those photos.”

Mr. Moore grinned at the total horror that overtook his student’s face. “So here’s how it’s gonna go. You’re either gonna walk out that door, before being quickly apprehended by police after I send those delicious photos to them, or you’re going to obey my every command and get on your knees and suck my cock right now.”

The Mexican-American teen fell to her knees, a face full of greviance as the professor took out his cock and watched her tiny fist wrap around it, looking up to him for guidance as he unveiled her softball shaped titties.