In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled in the shadows of towering peaks. Among the villagers lived a woman named Priya, known for her caramel skin, raven hair, and an ass that could capture the heart of any man. She was a woman of great beauty, with a spirit as wild and free as the mountains themselves.
One day, a traveler from a distant land found his way to the village. His name was Ravi, a tall, dark, and handsome man with piercing eyes and a charming smile. He was captivated by Priya’s beauty and wanted her for himself.
One evening, under the starlit sky, Ravi approached Priya. She was washing her clothes by the river, her curves on full display. Her big, round ass glistened in the moonlight, and Ravi couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. He snuck up behind her, his hands reaching out to grab her hips. Priya gasped, startled, but didn’t pull away.
“Ravi, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“I want you, Priya,” he said, his lips brushing against her earlobe. “I want to taste every inch of your body, to make you scream my name in pleasure.”
Priya turned around, her eyes filled with desire. She looked at Ravi, her gaze intense and full of longing. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through his pants.
“I want that too,” she whispered, her voice full of desire.
Ravi pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and caressing her ass.
Priya moaned, her hands working to undo Ravi’s pants. She wanted to feel his cock inside her, to ride him until they both came.
Finally, she managed to free his cock, her hand wrapping around it. She started to stroke him, her grip tight and sure. Ravi moaned, his head falling back in pleasure.
“Fuck, Priya,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You’re going to make me cum.”
