The hunt was our foreplay and my heart was beating fast. I was Onijwa, a person with the spirit of an animal inside her. Indian sex It wasn’t men we feared, it was my three brothers, and I couldn’t do anything about it except this. I couldn’t remember the month when I’d arrived, was it April? It took me a moment to realize I was holding my breath and I had to fight to let it out, wheezing as I drew fresh, cool air into my lungs. I moved myself awkwardly in an effort to help him and then I felt him suddenly, the length of his cock splitting my labia and thrusting fully inside my pussy all at once. I reached for him slowly, clutching at his thick fur which was slowly thinning with the spring. That was where my spirit had been awakened and welcomed by the Native Americans who understood such things.
