A Quick Check

Avery Black’s car kiss with a lamppost leaves her rubbing her neck and feeling stupid. Her neighbor, Little Puck, spots the mess, jogs over in her EMT gear, and offers a lift inside. Once the door shuts, Little Puck’s hands go straight to business—fingers pressing down Avery’s arms, checking joints, flashing a light across her pupils. Nothing broken, just a bruise or two. The check turns playful when Little Puck slides her palms over the swell of Avery’s big, natural tits, feeling for anything tender. Avery bites her lip; her nipples stiffen under the touch. Little Puck keeps going, brushing fingertips down Avery’s ribs and over her ink, pretending it’s all routine. By the time the exam reaches her hips, Avery’s squirming and wet. She flashes a crooked grin and blurts, “Wanna skip the clipboard and just fuck me stupid?” Little Puck laughs, already unbuckling. Rough, fast, and exactly what Avery needs.