by JC Holly
It was Snow’s turn to frown. “Afterwards?”
Bernie smiled and unfastened Snow’s pants, pulling them low and revealing his cock. It quickly stiffened under his touch, and he carefully climbed into position, his knees either side of Snow’s hips.
“I figure if I go slow, and you don’t move, we’ll be fine,” Bernie said, an eyebrow arched as he rubbed Snow’s cock against his ass.
Snow laughed and nodded. “I told you I love you, right?”
Bernie returned the grin. “Yes, you did.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JC lives in the south of England and spends the free hours of each day reading, writing, and indulging various other hobbies, in the company of Tuna the cat. JC has been writing for several years now, and refuses to acknowledge proper house attire, or people who say things like, “When are you getting a real job?” and, “Can I be in your next book?”
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