In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Anjali. She was a sight to behold, with her long, dark hair cascading down her back and her curvaceous figure, especially her generously sized buttocks. Her olive skin glowed in the mountain sun, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
One day, a young traveler named Ravi arrived in the village. He was a tall, handsome man with a charming smile and a mysterious aura. Anjali was immediately drawn to him, and she found herself constantly stealing glances at him as he explored the village.
One evening, as the sun set behind the mountains, Anjali found herself alone with Ravi near the edge of the village. She looked at him nervously, biting her lower lip. Ravi noticed her gaze and moved closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers.
“Anjali,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to be alone with you since I arrived.”
Anjali’s heart raced as Ravi leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they deepened their kiss. Ravi’s hands explored her body, caressing her curves and making her shiver with pleasure.
He broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked her sensitive skin. Anjali moaned softly, her head falling back as she reveled in the sensation. Ravi’s hands continued to roam, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
Anjali’s body was on fire, and she could feel herself growing wet with desire. She reached down, her hand finding the bulge in Ravi’s pants. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she rubbed him through the fabric.
Ravi’s fingers slipped beneath her dress, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit gently, making her moan louder as he teased her. Anjali was panting, her hips bucking against his hand as she sought more friction.
Ravi, sensing her need, slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still circling her clit. Anjali cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move his finger in and out of her. He added a second finger, stretching her gently as he quickened his pace.
Anjali’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her muscles clenching around Ravi’s fingers as she screamed his name. Ravi continued to stroke her through her climax, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure.
As Anjali came down from her high, Ravi gently removed his fingers from her. He licked them clean, his eyes locked onto hers as he savored her taste. Anjali blushed, her heart racing as she realized what he had just done.
Ravi leaned in, his lips brushing against hers once more. “Anjali,” he whispered. “I want to make love to you. Here, now, beneath the mountains.”
Anjali nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. Ravi quickly undressed her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body. He removed his own clothes, his cock standing at attention as he looked at her.
Anjali wrapped her legs around Ravi’s waist, guiding him inside her. He filled her completely, his hips thrusting forward as he began to move. Anjali moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts.
Ravi’s lips found hers once more, their tongues dancing together as they moved in perfect harmony. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit once more as he stroked her.
Anjali’s second orgasm hit her quickly, her muscles clenching around Ravi’s cock as she screamed his name. Ravi followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the ground, their bodies slick with sweat and their breathing heavy. Anjali looked up at the mountains, the stars twinkling above them.
“I never knew making love could be like this,” she whispered.
Ravi smiled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Neither did I, Anjali. Neither did I.”
