Whispers in the Mountains

In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Anjali. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back and a voluptuous figure that drew the eyes of every man she passed. But it was her ass that truly set her apart – a perfect, round mound that seemed to defy gravity as she moved with a grace and confidence that belied her humble origins.

Anjali had always been a free spirit, and she reveled in the freedom of the mountains. She spent her days exploring the forests and climbing the rocky crags, reveling in the feeling of the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin. And when she returned to the village, she would often strip off her clothes and bathe in the icy streams that ran down from the melting snow, her body glistening in the sun as she laughed and splashed in the water.

One day, as Anjali was making her way through the forest, she came across a stranger. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build that made her heart race. He introduced himself as Ravi, a traveler from a distant land, and Anjali felt an instant connection to him.

They spent the day together, exploring the forest and talking about their lives and their dreams. And as the sun began to set, Anjali found herself drawn to Ravi, her body aching for his touch.

Ravi could sense Anjali’s desire, and he knew that he had to have her. He took her hand and led her to a secluded spot, where they could be alone. And as they stood there, surrounded by the beauty of the mountains, Ravi slowly began to undress Anjali, his hands lingering on her curves as he marveled at her beauty.

Anjali moaned with pleasure as Ravi’s hands explored her body, her nipples hardening under his touch. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him deeply.

Ravi’s cock was rock hard, and he could barely contain his desire as he ran his hands over Anjali’s ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and he knew that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

He bent down and kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes as he reached down and stroked her clit. Anjali moaned with pleasure, her body trembling with desire as Ravi’s fingers worked their magic.

But Ravi knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He turned Anjali around and bent her over, her perfect ass presented to him like a gift.

Ravi licked Anjali’s pussy, tasting her sweet juices as she moaned with pleasure. He slid his fingers inside her, preparing her for his cock, and she pushed back against him, eager for more.

Finally, Ravi could wait no longer. He positioned himself behind Anjali and slid his cock inside her, feeling her tight pussy envelope him as he began to thrust.

Anjali moaned with pleasure, her body moving in time with Ravi’s as they fucked like animals in the heart of the mountains. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure as Ravi’s cock filled her again and again.

And then, with a final thrust, Ravi sent Anjali over the edge. She cried out with pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a wave as Ravi continued to thrust, his own release soon following.

As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Anjali knew that she had found something special in Ravi. And as they watched the sun set over the mountains, she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

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