A Quick Check

Avery Black is pulling into her driveway when a little fender-bender stops her cold. Before the seat-belt warning pings, Little Puck’s boots are already pounding across the lawn. She scoops Avery up like it’s nothing, carries her inside, and lays her out on the couch for a fast once-over. Hands slide from ankles to thighs, checking joints. Avery’s braless tits shift under her thin tee every time she breathes, nipples starting to poke the cotton. Little Puck keeps it professional—steady fingers, firm pressure—until her palm lands square on one heavy, natural breast. The second Avery’s body gives a needy little twitch, the air in the room flips. Puck feels it too. She squeezes once, casual, and watches Avery’s eyes roll back in pure “fuck-me” heat. By the time Puck is satisfied nothing’s broken, Avery’s already soaked through her panties. She reaches up, grabs Puck by the collar, and grins like the cocky little devil she is. “Skip the gentle stuff. I want it rough, right now.” Puck doesn’t need asking twice. She shoves Avery’s legs apart, yanks the soaked panties down, and the two of them go at it like they’ve been waiting for this exact car crash all year.