As Pure as the Driven Snow by BC Furtney

As Pure As The Driven SnowIt’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev’rywhere you go…

There wasn’t much holiday cheer going around the mean city, but there never was. Just another holiday, just another workday. Lindsay reached down to cup the fat bastard’s balls before he came. She knew he was going to, by the way his jelly bowl belly shook and shuddered against her forehead.

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