"Snow!" Mirror leaned close to look into his eyes, rubbing her hands across his chest. "Victor cursed you, but I know the cure."
It was a long shot, and she couldn't be sure it was going to work, but the White Curse had been stopped only once before.
"The White Curse is fueled by hate." As she spoke, she stripped off the rest of Snow's clothes until he lay n***d in all of his impressively-ripped glory. She tried to ignore the lines of white creeping up past his knees and beginning to lace up towards his thighs.
I can save him. I have to save him. Mirror pulled off her clothes and straddled him so her clit rubbed against the ridges of his six-pack. His eyes widened.
"The cure is to fight back with the curse's opposite." She reached forward to caress his chest and tweak his n*****s. "I c
