A Quick Check

Avery clips some dipshit at a light and her EMT neighbor Little Puck sees the whole thing. Puck hauls her inside, runs through the standard checks—pupils, neck, ribs. But every touch runs a little longer than needed. Avery’s nipples are already tight under her tank. Puck’s fingers brush the underside of her breast, checking for tenderness, and Avery moans before she can swallow it. Puck pauses, smirks. Avery meets the grin, says flat-out she’s only “injured” in one spot and could use a deep, nasty fuck. Puck kicks the door shut, spins Avery against it, and they go at it like they’ve been waiting for an excuse.