Moving In, Making Love

Little Puck and Sophia Burns finally haul the last damn box into their shiny new apartment, sweat-soaked and beat. What a grind—muscles screaming from lugging crap all day. They crash on the couch, just breathing it in, that sweet exhaustion hitting hard. Little Puck winces, rolling her shoulder like it's on fire. Pulled a muscle wrestling those boxes, no doubt. Sophia smirks, offers to work it out with her hands. Hell yeah, Little Puck jumps at it, grinning like a kid in a candy store. Sophia's fingers dig in deep, kneading knots like a pro, but damn if it doesn't spark something hotter. Breath quickens. Eyes lock. Bodies heat up fast, that massage turning into pure tease. Why fight it? They dive right in, christening the spot with some raw, loving fuck—tongues tangled, skin sliding, every thrust a wicked promise in their fresh pad.