The sun dipped below the horizon as the cool mountain air enveloped the brunette beauty. She was an Indian woman, her skin a warm caramel hue, and she was nude, her body on display for the world to see. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, reaching the top of her generous, round ass. She glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes smoldering with desire.
In the distance, a figure appeared. A man, tall and muscular, his body chiseled from years of climbing the very mountains that surrounded them. He approached her, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. She turned to face him, her full breasts bouncing with each step she took towards him.
They stood, inches apart, their eyes locked. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before tangling in her hair. He pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
Their hands explored each other’s bodies, their touches setting off sparks of pleasure. He cupped her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, causing her to gasp. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more of her touch.
They broke apart, their breathing heavy. He led her to a nearby boulder, helping her climb onto it. She lay back, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. He knelt between her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before delving between her wet folds.
She moaned as he touched her, her hips bucking up to meet his fingers. He teased her clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bud before plunging inside her. She was tight, her muscles gripping him as he thrust in and out.
He leaned down, his lips finding her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. He thrust forward, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. He gripped her hips, his fingers leaving marks on her skin as he pounded into her. She met him thrust for thrust, their moans and gasps filling the air.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed her over, his own release filling her.
They collapsed onto the boulder, their bodies spent. They lay there, their limbs tangled together, their hearts beating as one. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their passion.
As the moon rose, they dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They walked back to their camp, their hands clasped together. The mountains had given them a gift, a memory to treasure. And they would return, again and again, to seek out that gift. For in the mountains, they had found something special, something rare. They had found love.
