He grabs his teen cousin’s nipple hard

The cousin’s got her back against the locker, breath hitchin’ as he squeezes her panochita real tight—teenage heat, no mercy. She moans, half-shocked, half-lovin’ it. He whispers, ‘You like this, morrita?’ She nods, legs tremblin’, already beggin’ for more. He’s got that vergota ready, and she ain’t runnin’.