A Quick Check

Avery Black just clipped another car on her way home. Nothing major, but the jolt leaves her rattled. Her neighbor, Little Puck, sees the whole thing from across the street. EMT jacket still on, Little Puck steps in, strong hands steadying her as they walk inside. She lays Avery on the couch, cool and professional at first. Fingers press along her ribs, checking for tenderness. The blouse rides up. The swell of Avery’s big, natural tits strains against the fabric, nipples already stiff. Puck keeps her voice even while she works, but her eyes linger. Tattoos on her forearms flex each time she touches Avery’s skin. Avery feels every slow, deliberate pass over her body. When Puck leans close to listen to her breathing, Avery catches the faint scent of antiseptic and sweat. Heat pools low in her belly. Her thighs press together. The examination turns electric. Puck’s hand grazes the curve of one heavy breast and Avery’s breath hitches. Neither of them pretends it’s purely clinical anymore. Puck pulls back, job done. Avery sits up, cheeks flushed. A wicked little smile plays on her lips. "How about we skip the rest of the check-up and you just fuck me rough instead?" Puck’s answer comes fast—an eager grin and the sound of her belt hitting the floor.