Lust at First Fight

Little Puck and Avery Jane show up early for anger management and freeze. Same old faces from high school, just older and hotter. Old grudges snap right back into place. They trade barbs about who ruined whose life, voices rising fast. Buttons pop, shirts tear, bras snap. Tits bounce free, Avery’s big ones swaying heavy, both girls sporting fresh piercings that glint under the fluorescent lights. The fight turns sloppy. Fingers slip between slick folds instead of slapping faces. Avery drives two inside Little Puck, knuckles deep, pumping hard while Little Puck bites her shoulder and moans like she hates it but pushes back anyway. They tumble over the couch, brunette hair tangling, thighs clamped tight. Anger doesn’t fade—it just melts into hungry, rough fingering, wet sounds echoing off the walls while they grind and curse each other between gasps.