The brunette Indian woman, Smita, stood at the edge of the mountain, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The cool wind played with her long, dark hair, causing it to dance around her shoulders. She was completely nude, her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. Her curves were generous, her hips wide and her ass full and round, a true Indian babe.
She had come to the mountains to escape the hustle and bustle of city life, to find some peace and quiet. But she had not expected to find herself standing on the edge of a cliff, her body on fire with desire and need.
It was then that she heard the rustling of leaves behind her. She turned around to see a tall, handsome stranger emerging from the trees. He was muscular and toned, his skin a deep, rich brown. His eyes were dark and intense, and they seemed to see right through her.
“Who are you?” Smita asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am Ravi,” the stranger said, his voice deep and smooth. “And I have been watching you.”
Smita’s heart skipped a beat. She had not expected company, but there was something about Ravi that made her feel safe. She felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
Ravi approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and touched her face, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. Smita closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her body trembling with desire.
Ravi’s lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Smita responded with equal passion, her arms encircling his neck as they stood there, locked in a passionate embrace.
Ravi’s hands began to wander, caressing her body, igniting a fire within her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples, making her moan with pleasure. He then moved his hands down to her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh.
Smita broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. “Take me,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He picked Smita up, his hands gripping her ass, and carried her to a nearby boulder. He laid her down on her back, her legs spread wide. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes taking in the sight of her wet, pink pussy.
He leaned down and started to lick her, his tongue teasing her clit. Smita moaned, her hips bucking as she felt the pleasure building inside her. Ravi continued to lick and suck, his fingers joining in, fucking her tight little hole.
Smita’s breathing became ragged, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. She felt the orgasm building inside her, and she cried out as it washed over her, her body trembling with the force of it.
Ravi didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Smita came again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last.
Finally, Ravi stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at Smita’s entrance, and with one thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.
They started to move together, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. Ravi’s hands gripped Smita’s hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Smita wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the mountains, mingling with the sounds of the wind and the birds. They reached their climax together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their orgasms.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the mountains. Smita looked at Ravi, her heart filled with gratitude and love. She knew that this was a moment that she would never forget, a moment that would be etched in her memory forever.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Ravi smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and love. “Anytime, my love,” he said. “Anytime.”
