The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. High up in the mountains, a brunette woman stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was completely nude, her curves on full display against the breathtaking backdrop. Her ass was full and round, an invitation to any man who was lucky enough to lay his eyes on her.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. But instead of danger, she saw a handsome Indian man emerging from the foliage. He was tall, with dark skin and piercing eyes. His lips curled into a smile as he took in the sight of the woman before him.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am here to worship you, my goddess,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he was close enough, he reached out and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his touch.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
He knelt before her, his hands on her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She nodded, giving him permission to continue.
He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, his lips soft and gentle. She moaned, her legs trembling. He licked and nibbled, working his way up to her pussy. She was already wet, her juices coating her lips.
He licked her, his tongue flicking her clit. She moaned louder, her legs shaking. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to explore her folds.
She was close, so close to the edge. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked harder, his fingers thrusting inside her.
She came, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed, her body shaking. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping up her juices.
When she came down from her high, he stood up and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her want him more.
He picked her up, his arms strong and sure. He carried her to a nearby boulder, laying her down gently.
He entered her, his cock hard and thick. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him. He thrust, his hips moving in a rhythm that drove her wild.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. She could see the love and desire in his eyes, and it made her heart swell.
He thrust harder, faster. She screamed, her orgasm building again. He followed her, his own release taking over.
They lay there, panting and spent. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their love.
As the night fell, they held each other, their bodies entwined. They were one with each other and with the mountains, their love as timeless as the rock beneath them.
And in that moment, they knew that they were home.
