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Oksana considered the naked woman in front of her and seriously considered renouncing Koda.
Amber Gris sprawled lazily in Oksana’s small bunk with all the grace of an octopus in a soup pot. Her arms were folded comfortably behind her head while her legs spread to carve out a space for Oksana to fill. Her grin indolently invited Oksana to dive in headfirst.
Amber could become Oksana’s only object of worship. Her new purpose.
With that in mind, Oksana crawled into the bed and kneeled between Amber’s knees, still unwilling at this point to limit her view of the rest of Amber’s form.
This was the oldest Oksana had ever seen Amber.
No, that was a stupid thought.
Every time they met, they would both have to be the oldest they ever were.
But it had been longer than usual since they had met, and the changes in Amber were visible. Age had dulled Amber’s sharp edges and pulled the familiar planes and folds lower than Oksana remembered.
Oksana found herself tracing the shape of Amber’s tummy with her palms. With a little more pressure, Oksana could still feel the firm frame of Amber’s abdominal wall. But it was hidden now by a soft down of fat.
A secret for Oksana alone to dig for.
“Mmmmmmmmrrrrmmm.”
Oksana suddenly buried her face in Amber’s tummy and released a painfully unhorny moan. She sounded more like an old dog digging a burr out of its paw than a lover indulging in her partner.
Amber’s answering laugh shook Oksana’s whole body.
“You gonna make it all the way up here, bubba?”
Oksana peeked at Amber’s cocky face without lifting her cheek from its current pillow.
Amusement shone across her face, carved into Amber’s laughter lines.
Oksana had another stupid thought.
She dove in.