The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the valley below in a warm, golden glow. Nestled among the trees was a small cabin, smoke curling from its stone chimney. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of burning wood and something more primal, more intimate.
Lying on the bearskin rug before the fireplace was a woman, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. She was fair of skin, with curves in all the right places. Her ass, round and full, was enough to drive any man to madness. She was a brunette beauty, unclothed and unafraid, her body on display for the world to see.
He watched her from the shadows, this Indian man, his eyes filled with desire. He had always been drawn to her, her spirit wild and free as the mountains themselves. Tonight, he would claim her as his own.
He stepped forward, his footfalls silent on the wooden floor. She did not hear him approach, her eyes closed in bliss as the fire warmed her skin. He knelt behind her, his hands brushing against her soft, supple flesh. She gasped, her body tensing at his touch.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
He did not answer, instead pressing his lips to the curve of her neck. She shivered, her body melting against his. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her body arching towards him.
He trailed kisses down her spine, his lips finding the curve of her ass. He nibbled at her flesh, his hands gripping her hips. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He did not hesitate, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
She cried out as he entered her, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved within her, their bodies in perfect harmony. The fire crackled and popped, the only sound in the cabin.
He took her from behind, their bodies moving together as one. She moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. She gasped, her body shaking as she came.
He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. She turned, her eyes filled with desire. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip. He groaned, his hands gripping her hair.
She took him deep, her throat working as she swallowed him down. He came, his seed spilling down her chin. She licked it up, her eyes never leaving his.
They lay together, their bodies entwined. The fire burned low, the cabin filled with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
Outside, the mountains loomed, dark and mysterious. But inside, they had found their sanctuary, their paradise. And it was good.
