Mika had seen this sight before. Many times.
But it had been months since he had last been this close to Pasha's body. And in those months, his memory had apparently failed to do justice to the reality.
Her legs were impossibly long—the legs of a warrior goddess, muscled and powerful, yet perfectly smooth and utterly without blemish.
Her brown skin seemed to glow in the soft bioluminescent light, every curve and contour illuminated with gentle radiance.
Her thighs were so thick that one alone could have served as a pillow for three people—dense with fat and muscle, tapering down to strong calves and delicate ankles.
And behind her, visible even from the front, was her ass.
Two perfect, round, brown mounds that looked like chocolate cakes fresh from the oven—warm and soft and begging to be touched.
Every time her tail wagged, her cheeks jiggled with a hypnotic rhythm that Mika had to physically force himself to look away from.
