In the remote reaches of the Indian Himalayas, a small village lay nestled among the towering peaks. The villagers, largely cut off from the outside world, lived in harmony with the land and each other. Among them was a woman named Preeti, known for her striking beauty and her generous spirit. Preeti had a body that was made for sin, with curves that could make a saint stumble, and an ass that was the stuff of legends. Her long, brunette hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of glossy curls, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes held a depth of wisdom and mystery.
Preeti lived alone in a small hut on the outskirts of the village. She made her living as a healer, using the plants and herbs that grew in the surrounding mountains to create remedies for the ailments that plagued her people. She was well-respected in the community, and many came to her for help and guidance.
One day, a young man named Ravi arrived in the village. He was a traveler, seeking adventure and knowledge in the farthest reaches of the world. He had heard tales of the beautiful healer who lived in the mountains, and he was determined to meet her.
Ravi made his way to Preeti’s hut, his heart pounding in his chest. He found her outside, tending to her garden, and he was struck dumb by her beauty. Preeti, however, was not so easily impressed. She regarded Ravi coolly, her dark eyes sizing him up.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice like a knife.
Ravi stammered, trying to find the right words. “I…I have heard of your wisdom and your healing abilities,” he said. “I was hoping that you could teach me.”
Preeti raised an eyebrow. “Teach you?” she repeated. “And what makes you think I would want to do that?”
Ravi swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I…I am willing to do whatever it takes,” he said. “I will work for you, help you with your garden, anything you ask.”
Preeti considered his words for a moment, her eyes never leaving his face. Then she nodded. “Very well,” she said. “I will teach you. But you must be willing to learn everything I have to teach.”
Ravi nodded eagerly, his heart racing. He had no idea what Preeti had in mind, but he was willing to find out.
Over the next few days, Preeti taught Ravi the secrets of her craft. She showed him how to identify and harvest the plants and herbs that grew in the mountains, and how to create remedies and potions from them. Ravi was a quick learner, and he soon found himself lost in the world of healing and magic.
But as the days passed, Ravi found himself drawn to Preeti in a way he couldn’t explain. He was captivated by her beauty, her strength, and her wisdom. And he found himself longing to taste her, to feel her body against his.
One night, as they sat by the fire, Ravi gathered his courage. He reached out and took Preeti’s hand, his heart pounding in his chest. Preeti looked at him, her dark eyes unreadable.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft.
“I…I want you,” Ravi said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to make love to you.”
Preeti regarded him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. Then she nodded. “Very well,” she said. “But you must promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” Ravi said, his heart racing.
“You must promise to make me scream,” Preeti said, her voice low and sultry. “You must promise to make me forget my own name.”
Ravi nodded, his throat dry. He knew that he was in for the ride of his life.
He started by kissing Preeti, his lips exploring her mouth with a hunger that he had never known before. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingers. Preeti responded with equal passion, her hands tugging at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
They tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and desire. Ravi kissed and licked every inch of Preeti’s body, his tongue exploring her nipples and her belly button, and finally, her pussy. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole, until Preeti was writhing and moaning beneath him.
Preeti was not one to be outdone. She returned the favor, her lips and tongue exploring Ravi’s cock and balls, her fingers teasing and stroking him until he was panting and moaning with pleasure.
Finally, they could wait no longer. Ravi positioned himself at Preeti’s entrance, his cock throbbing with desire. He pushed inside her, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Preeti gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him fill her.
They began to move, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. Ravi thrust into Preeti, his hips slapping against hers as she moaned and cried out with pleasure. Preeti wrapped her legs around him, her ankles locked behind his back as she urged him deeper and harder.
Their bodies moved together, sweat dripping from their skin as they chased their release. Preeti’s moans grew louder and louder, her body shaking with the force of her orgasms. Ravi followed her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay together, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Preeti looked at Ravi, her dark eyes soft.
“You made me scream,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Ravi smiled, his heart swelling with love and pride. “I promised I would,” he said.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a lovers’ embrace.
