She was beauty personified.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass.”
“You aren’t. Your name is?”
“Orion, yours?”
“Not the word, the meaning.”
“Oh, it means great hunter.”
“I’m Morning Star-Gendenwitha. Love me great hunter, our time is short.”
It was perfect, she rode me like we’d known each other for a hundred lifetimes. She was soft, wet, and tight. Her pussy fitted my cock like a glove. We rocked each other; her eyes were starlight.
“I don’t have protection.”
“My love, Sosondowah, my womb will birth next year’s children, like this time last year created those around us now.”
