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She feared these braves because she felt they would just as soon kill her as keep her. Then White Dove felt Big Bear shift his weight toward her back and his hard manhood slipped between the juncture of her legs. His reply was meaningless to her in his language, but later, it translated as “Big Bear.” She told him her name was White Dove. She ducked down as best she could as she sloshed through the last few feet of water. As he approached the opening of her ass hole with the coronal ridge of his prick still in her, he reversed course and once again began a slow and short stroking slide back into her depths. She tried to see if she had left any tell tale traces at the bottom of the tree she had just climbed. She squirmed and pushed back not wanting to lose the turgid intruder from her body, but she needn’t have worried.