The air was thin and crisp in the Himalayas, but the brunette Indian woman didn’t seem to notice. She stood at the edge of a cliff, her bare brown skin glistening with sweat from the trek up the mountain. Her ass was full and firm, a thing of beauty against the backdrop of the towering peaks.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a handsome Sherpa man approaching. He had been guiding her on her journey, and she had been unable to take her eyes off of him. She bit her lip as he moved closer, his dark eyes locked on hers.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She smiled, her heart racing. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her gaze dropping to his bulging crotch.
He closed the distance between them, his arms encircling her waist. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing against his hardness. He groaned, his lips finding her neck.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
She turned in his arms, her hands reaching up to tangle in his thick hair. “Then take me,” she whispered, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.
He picked her up, his hands gripping her ass as he carried her to a nearby tent. They tumbled inside, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned, her nipples hardening under his touch. He took one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.
“Yes,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He moved lower, his lips tracing a path down her stomach. She spread her legs, her pussy wet and ready for him. He licked her, his tongue parting her lips and finding her clit.
“Oh god,” she cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to stretch and prepare her. She was tight and hot, her muscles clenching around him.
“Please,” she begged, her hands fisting in the blankets.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. He pushed inside, her tightness enveloping him. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. She met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the tent, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice strained with pleasure.
She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. She traced patterns on his chest, her fingers lingering on his hard nipples.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness.
He smiled, his fingers carding through her hair. “Yes, it was.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sound of their breathing mingling with the whisper of the mountain air.
