Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

john. john. johnny-boy. finally, a normal name. and he had... a flock? like... sheep? was he a shepherd? lil' sheep-fucker, he?

gun wouldn't judge.

gun! she told johnny-boy, grinning. with a grunt, she dislodged from the snow, then shook out her rear.

and i 'ouldn't hhind. with pops of bone gun stretched her hindlegs and lower back. i ahh shuch a...

...losht sheehh.

she slapped her eyelashes at him.