The sun dipped below the horizon as it painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. High up in the mountains, a solitary figure stood, marveling at the beauty before her. She was a stunning Indian woman, her brunette hair cascading down her back in loose waves. Her curves were generous, her big ass a thing of beauty. She was nude, the cool mountain air caressing her skin.
She was alone, or so she thought. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. A man, as rugged as the mountains themselves, emerged from the shadows. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her. She should have been scared, but instead, she felt a thrill run down her spine.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m the man who’s been watching you,” he replied, his voice deep and gravelly.
She should have been frightened, but instead, she felt a stirring between her legs. She had been alone in the mountains for days, her body craving human contact. And here he was, a stranger, offering her exactly what she needed.
He closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and she met his advances with equal fervor.
His hands traveled down her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her body on fire. He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck, nibbling and licking. She arched her back, offering herself to him.
He made his way down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her big ass, his hands squeezing and kneading. She gasped as he spread her cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He stood up, his fingers glistening with her wetness. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her. She watched him, her breath coming in short gasps. He reached for her, pulling her close. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she couldn’t wait any longer.
She sank to her knees, her hands reaching for his pants. She pulled them down, freeing his cock. It was big, just like she liked it. She wrapped her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hands tangled in her hair.
She took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel him getting closer, his moans getting louder. She pulled back, her lips leaving a trail of saliva. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
He lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, her pussy grinding against his cock. He entered her, filling her up. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, his thrusts hard and deep. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She could feel herself getting closer, her moans getting louder.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending her over the edge. She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed soon after, his release filling her up.
They stayed like that, their bodies entwined, the cool mountain air surrounding them. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. He smiled down at her, his hands still gripping her ass.
They stayed like that until the sun came up, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The end.
