Stepping on my high school girlfriend’s pussy in Veracruz

She’s still in her school uniform, sweat glistening as I pin her against the wall behind the taco stand. My boots grind into her panocha while she moans, begging me not to stop—her thighs trembling, her breath ragged. We ain’t got time, but damn if this ain’t the hottest thing since I scored her on tinder. The whole town knows we’re dirty, but nobody’s got the balls to catch us like this—doggy style, Veracruz heat, and her screaming my name like a prayer.