The schoolgirl hunter’s got two hot chicks doing whatever he wants

He’s got a vergota and zero chill—two flaquitas in matching uniforms thought they could dodge him. Wrong. One’s on her knees, the other’s sentones hard on his lap while he grins like he owns the damn parking lot. Tinder swipes didn’t stand a chance. Panocha dripping, panochita screaming, perrito style in the backseat. He ain’t hunting schoolgirls—he’s collecting screams.