High up in the Himalayas, there lived an Indian woman named Rani. She was a stunning beauty, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves, and a body that was the epitome of feminine curves. Her most striking feature, however, was her ass. It was huge, round, and firm, and seemed to defy gravity as she moved with grace and agility through the treacherous mountain terrain.
Rani was a recluse, preferring the solitude of the mountains to the company of others. She lived a simple life, subsisting on what the land provided and spending her days in contemplation and meditation. But every now and then, a traveler would stumble upon her hidden valley, and Rani would welcome them into her home, offering them food and shelter in exchange for companionship.
One day, a handsome young traveler named Aman found his way to Rani’s valley. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing brown eyes and a charming smile. Rani was immediately drawn to him, and she offered him a place to stay for as long as he liked.
Aman was grateful for Rani’s hospitality, and the two quickly became friends. They spent their days exploring the valley and their nights sharing stories and laughter by the fire. But as the days passed, Rani found herself feeling something more for Aman. She wanted him, desired him in a way she had never desired anyone before.
One night, as they sat by the fire, Rani decided to make her move. She leaned in close to Aman, her eyes locked on his, and whispered, “Aman, I want you. I want to feel your body on mine, your cock inside me.”
