Inya has the most amazing dream...

Inya had the sweetest dream. She was running through the woods, fresh, cool air keeping her going, streams of sunlight breaking through the thicket. Then suddenly she stopped at a sun flooded clearing as she saw a man standing on the other side. He was tanned by the sun, muscular, wild brown hair and green eyes. He looked like the Alpha from another tribe. Then she looked a bit lower and saw a huge hardon point up to the sunlit sky.

The man walked into the clearing, magnificent and strong, making her feel a bit intimidated, but couldn’t help getting drawn to those eyes as she strode into the clearing too. The man walked around the edges of the clearing, circling around her as he kept looking her in her eyes with his almost hypnotising gaze. As she walked towards the middle of the circle, she made sure to rock her hips with her stride and show of her amazing tits, trying to please this male while she felt a fire had started between her legs. Her effort were not in vain. She saw his eyes dart all over her body, taking in her curves that were accentuated by the sunlight. She was oozing pheromones as she saw his huge rod twitch, already glistering in precum.

As she stood in the middle of the clearing Inya slid her hands over her tits upwards through her hair and letting them meet above her head, her hair falling back down, while she bend one leg after the other, wiggling her hips and shove her labia together. Seeing him prowling around her front towards her back, looking at her hungering, she smiled and slowly bend through her knees, lowering herself to the ground while opening her legs in the process, tempting him even further with a glance on her wet slit.

As the man made his way circling towards her back, she got on her hands and knees and hollowed her back so her cuntlips were well protruding between her legs. His stride slowed down, but she wanted him to make his way towards her. So she went into submission and slid her legs apart wide, while lowering her upper body down to the ground, making her head and tits touch the warm grass.

She had given herself to him on a silver platter and Inya could only wait and see if the man found her attractive and worthy enough to mate her. It vexed her a bit that he took his sweet time to take her, as she was quite confident in her sexappeal and was ready and lusting for him to cover her. She could only hear the leaves whistling in the wind and birds chirp in the trees, while she waited with open pussylips and a heart beating loudly with expectancy.