Lust at First Fight

Little Puck and Avery Jane show up early for anger management and stop cold when they spot each other. Old high-school hate flares fast. "You’re the whole reason I’m in this mess," Little Puck spits, and Avery fires right back that she ruined her life. Voices climb, tits heave, then hands do too. They tear each other’s tops open—buttons flying, big pierced tits bouncing free. The fight keeps going, but every grab turns into a squeeze, every shove slides into a grind. Fingers dig under ripped panties, push in deep, knuckles pumping hard while they curse through clenched teeth. They stay locked, wrestling on the floor, sweat-slicked and dripping, until the anger melts into raw need. Avery rides Little Puck’s hand, then spins and gets fingered back, both of them moaning like they finally found the one fix anger management could never give.