Lust at First Fight

Little Puck shows up early and her face twists into a snarl when she sees Avery Jane already pacing. High school grudges flare hot enough to torch the room. They trade accusations, each blaming the other for the rage that landed them here. Words snap like bone. Then nails follow. Buttons pop, fabric tears. Shirts rip down the middle, bras jerk apart, and tits spill out. Hips grind hard. Avery’s thigh jams between Little’s legs and draws a gasp. They trade barbs, open-mouthed, spitting insults that start to sound like moans. Anger melts into slick, wet need. Little shoves Avery against the wall, rips her thong sideways, fingers sliding in deep. Avery drags Little’s skirt up and rides four fingers, panting. They go to the floor, thrashing in torn clothes, clothes soaked, thighs sticky. Angry grinding turns to hungry fucking—Little on top, Avery clawing her ass. Both women lock legs and ride until the outburst burns off in sweat, shaking climaxes, and sharp little cries.