In the heart of the majestic mountains, a small cabin stood nestled among the trees. A woman, an Indian brunette with a big, round ass, was getting ready for her evening bath. She was a creature of nature, living off the grid and enjoying the solitude of the mountains. She was 25 years old, with long, dark hair cascading down her back and curves in all the right places. She stepped out of her clothes, revealing her naked body to the cool mountain air. She walked to the edge of the cabin, where a large barrel of hot water was waiting for her.
As she lowered herself into the barrel, she heard a twig snap behind her. She turned around, startled, and saw a tall, handsome stranger standing a few feet away. He was in his early thirties, with short, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in hiking gear, and he looked like he had been on the trail for days.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, stepping forward. “I’ve been on the trail for a while and I haven’t seen another soul for days. I saw the smoke from your chimney and I was hoping to get some water from your well.”
She looked at him for a moment, sizing him up. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and she knew what he wanted. She also wanted it. She had been living alone in the mountains for too long.
“You can have some water,” she said, standing up in the barrel. “But first, I want to see what you’ve got.”
He looked at her, confused for a moment, and then he realized what she was offering. He stepped forward, and she took his hand, leading him into the cabin.
Once inside, they wasted no time. She pushed him onto the bed, and she climbed on top of him, straddling him. She started kissing him, deeply and passionately. He responded, running his hands over her body, squeezing her ass, and pulling her closer.
She reached down, and she started rubbing his cock through his pants. He was hard, and she could feel it throbbing against her hand. She undid his pants, and she pulled out his cock. It was big and thick, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her.
She positioned herself over his cock, and she slowly lowered herself onto it. He groaned as she took him in, inch by inch. She started riding him, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. He reached up, and he started playing with her tits, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples.
She leaned back, and she started grinding her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She could feel herself getting close, and she wanted to cum. She started riding him harder and faster, and she could feel him getting close too.
He grabbed her hips, and he started thrusting up, meeting her stroke for stroke. She moaned, and she leaned forward, her tits bouncing in his face. He started sucking on them, and she could feel herself getting closer.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.
He started thrusting harder, and she could feel his cock swelling inside of her. She could feel the cum building up in his balls, and she wanted it. She wanted to taste it.
She climbed off of him, and she knelt between his legs. She started stroking his cock, and she could feel it throbbing in her hand. She leaned forward, and she took him in her mouth. She sucked on the head of his cock, and she could taste the precum.
He groaned, and he reached down, and he started playing with her tits. She sucked on his cock, and she could feel the cum building up in his balls. She wanted it. She wanted to taste it.
He groaned, and he started thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. She could feel his cock swelling, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, and she could feel the cum shooting out of his cock, filling her mouth. She swallowed it, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her body.
They lay there, spent and satisfied. She looked at him, and she knew they would do it again. They would do it all night long.
The mountains had brought them together, and they would never be the same again.
