Mad Fuckers: Blowing Off Steam

Robby's kicked back at home when Charlotte storms in, eyes blazing. She's just been canned—some political bullshit at work that had nothing to do with performance. She's fuming. While she rants about favoritism and being sidelined because she's a woman, Robby listens without interrupting. When she finally pauses for air he tells her every decent company would kill to have her. But he knows how she gets when she's this wound up, so he offers her a release: take it all out on him. Rough. Hard. Whatever she needs. He swears he can handle it. She laughs under her breath, heat rising, and says fuck yeah—that's exactly what she wants. It hits her right then—she needs that release now. In the middle of the living room, she slams him against the wall, fingers curling tight around his cock, pumping rough and fast while her free hand pins his chest. A beat later she drops, yanks his hips forward and buries her face between his cheeks, tongue working deep and filthy while he groans through gritted teeth. Every shove, every lick bleeds off a little more of the anger until the only thing left between them is sweat, heat, and a job well fucked out of their systems.