The sun began to set behind the towering peaks of the western mountains, casting a warm glow on the small cabin nestled between the pines. A woman with curves that could rival the very mountains themselves stood on the porch, her long brown hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was completely nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the fading light. Her ass was full and firm, the kind that could make a man weak in the knees. She stretched lazily, her muscles rippling beneath her skin, before turning to go back inside.
As she closed the door behind her, she heard a soft knock. She opened it to find a man standing there, his dark eyes taking in her naked form with a hunger that made her shiver. He was an Indian, with jet black hair and skin the color of rich earth. His chest was broad and muscular, his arms strong and covered in intricate tattoos. He was also naked, his cock already hard and ready for her.
“I saw you outside,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I had to see more.”
She stepped aside, inviting him in with a nod. He entered, his eyes never leaving her as he closed the door behind him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the musky scent of his arousal. It made her wet, her pussy throbbing with need.
He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into his arms and crushing his lips to hers. His tongue demanded entry, and she opened to him, moaning as he explored her mouth with long, deep strokes. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples until they were hard and aching.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her shoulder. He nipped at her skin, leaving small bites that would surely turn into bruises. She didn’t care, her own hands busy exploring his body. She ran her fingers through his hair, down his back, and over his firm ass. She gripped him, pulling him closer as he continued to kiss and nibble his way down her body.
He reached her breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching as he switched to the other breast. His fingers found her pussy, slick with her juices. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, making her moan and writhe against him.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest. He continued to tease her, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as he sucked and bit at her nipples. She was panting, her hips bucking against his hand as she neared her release.
Suddenly, he stopped. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. He smiled, his teeth white against his dark skin.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice full of promise.
He knelt before her, his mouth level with her pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes full of lust and desire. She nodded, unable to speak as he leaned forward and licked her clit. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair as he began to feast on her. His tongue was magic, swirling and flicking her clit until she was trembling on the edge of release.
He slid a finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit her G-spot. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working her until she was limp and spent.
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he impaled her on his cock. She moaned, her pussy still sensitive from her orgasm. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, then faster and harder.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, her hips meeting his thrusts. He was grunting, his cock slamming into her pussy with enough force to make the cabin shake. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder, oh god, harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, her orgasm crashing over her as he filled her
