The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the snow-capped peaks. Among the towering pines stood a humble cabin, a haven from the bustling world below. Inside, a woman named Anjali, an Indian beauty with raven hair and a luscious, round derriere, busied herself with preparations for the evening. She was 25 years old, a mountain woman through and through.
Anjali had always been drawn to the solitude of the mountains, where she could be one with nature. She spent her days exploring the wilderness, and her nights basking in the glow of the fireplace. Her only companion was a man named Dev, a rugged mountain man with a salt-and-pepper beard. He was a man of 35 years, who loved the mountains as much as Anjali.
As Anjali prepared dinner, she couldn’t help but feel Dev’s gaze on her. She knew he admired her from afar, but she had yet to give in to his advances. She was a traditional Indian woman, and she wanted to be courted properly.
With dinner finished, Anjali and Dev sat across from each other, the silence between them thick with tension. Finally, Dev spoke. “Anjali, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
Anjali smiled, her heart fluttering. “Dev, I’ve wanted you too, but I want to take things slow. I want to get to know you first.”
Dev nodded, understanding. He reached across the table, taking Anjali’s hand in his. “I can do that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine.”
Over the next few days, Dev made good on his promise. He took Anjali on long hikes, pointing out the different flora and fauna. He shared stories of his past and listened intently as Anjali spoke of her own. He cooked her favorite meals and massaged her sore muscles. And every night, they sat by the fire, their connection deepening.
One night, as they sat by the fire, Dev leaned in, his eyes locked on Anjali’s. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and whispered, “Anjali, I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
Anjali’s heart raced as she looked into Dev’s eyes. She knew this was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She stood and took Dev’s hand, leading him to the bedroom.
They stood face to face, their breaths mingling. Dev gently brushed his lips against Anjali’s, and she responded with a passion that took him by surprise. He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring Anjali’s curves. She moaned as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them to hardness.
Dev’s lips trailed down Anjali’s neck, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. His hands continued to explore, one sliding down to her round, firm ass. He squeezed gently, earning a moan from Anjali.
Anjali’s hands were busy as well, one wrapped in Dev’s beard, the other exploring the bulge in his pants. She rubbed and teased, eager to feel him inside her.
Dev, unable to wait any longer, stripped off Anjali’s clothes, leaving her in nothing but her sheer lace thong. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Her dark skin glowed in the firelight, her curves beckoning.
Dev slowly removed Anjali’s thong, his eyes never leaving hers. He knelt before her, his lips finding her inner thigh. He trailed kisses up her leg, his breath hot against her skin. Anjali gasped as his lips found her center, his tongue teasing and tasting.
Anjali’s hands found their way into Dev’s hair, holding him close as he feasted on her. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that sweet spot. Anjali’s moans filled the room, her legs trembling.
Dev stood, his lips glistening with Anjali’s wetness. He kissed her deeply, sharing her flavor. Anjali wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Dev positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers.
“Anjali, I need you,” he whispered again.
“I need you too, Dev,” she replied, her voice trembling.
Dev entered Anjali slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding him. She gasped as he filled her, her legs tightening around him. Dev began to move, his pace slow and steady.
Anjali met Dev’s thrusts, her nails digging into his back. She urged him on, their moans mingling. Dev’s hand found Anjali’s breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.
Their pace quickened, their bodies slapping together. Anjali’s moans grew louder, her legs tightening around Dev. He could feel her inner muscles tightening, her orgasm building.
“Dev, I’m close,” Anjali panted.
Dev’s thrusts became erratic, his own orgasm building. “Come for me, Anjali,” he growled.
Anjali’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her inner muscles clenching around Dev. He followed her over the edge, his release filling her. They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled.
As they caught their breath, Dev looked at Anjali, his eyes filled with love. “Anjali, I love you.”
Anjali smiled, her heart swelling. “I love you too, Dev.”
They lay together, their bodies entwined, the fire crackling in the background. The mountains watched over them, a silent witness to their love. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew they had found their forever home, nestled in the heart of the mountains.
