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Constantine had Vica shoved forward against the nearly vertical bank of the deep stream. The curve of her ass was just right, he thought, pressing back into him. The considerable difference in their heights would normally make it far more difficult to perfectly tease the cleft of her cheeks like this, but the steep slope under her feet leading up to the side of the water gave her several more blessed inches. The stream burbled on around them, the water lapping at their bare skins, but he could hear the ragged panting of her breath as she struggled to stay standing.
"You doing okay there?" he murmured in her ear. He slipped one hand over her hip under the surface of the water, gliding across to brush against the dip of her navel. His fingers trailed gently over her skin,
