In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman of unparalleled beauty. She was known as the mountain’s jewel, her name whispered in awe by the villagers – Aparajita. Her long, brunette hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall, a stark contrast to her sun-kissed skin. Her most striking feature, however, was her full, round ass, which swayed tantalizingly with every step she took.
One day, a traveler from a distant land arrived in the village. He was a tall, muscular man named Ravi, with a rugged charm that instantly captivated Aparajita. Intrigued by his mysterious aura, she found herself drawn to him, her body yearning for his touch.
One evening, under the starlit sky, their desires ignited. Aparajita, her heart pounding with anticipation, led Ravi to a secluded spot, offering him a breathtaking view of the mountain’s back. She turned to face him, her dark eyes smoldering with desire.
Ravi, unable to resist her allure, pulled her close, their bodies melting into each other. His hands roamed her curves, cupping her firm ass, eliciting a soft moan from Aparajita. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time.
Ravi’s fingers traced a path up Aparajita’s thigh, teasing the edge of her dress. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and he yearned to taste her. With a swift motion, he lifted her dress, revealing her bare ass. His eyes widened in appreciation, and he couldn’t help but give it a playful slap.
“Oh!” Aparajita gasped, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She turned around, her back facing Ravi, offering him an unobstructed view of her luscious ass. “Do it again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Ravi obliged, his hand connecting with her ass with a satisfying slap. Aparajita’s body jolted forward, her moan echoing in the silent mountain air. His hands continued to explore her, squeezing and caressing her ass, leaving red handprints on her tanned skin.
Aparajita, her body trembling with need, reached behind and pulled Ravi’s face towards her ass. He didn’t need any further invitation. His tongue darted out, tracing a line from her ass to her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness.
Aparajita’s moans grew louder, her body writhing under Ravi’s touch. She pushed back against him, urging him to go deeper. Ravi, eager to please, obliged, his tongue exploring every inch of her.
Suddenly, Aparajita turned around, her eyes wild with desire. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he entered her, their bodies becoming one.
They moved in rhythm with the mountain, their moans and sighs blending with the sounds of the night. Ravi’s hands gripped Aparajita’s hips, pulling her back onto his cock, filling her completely.
Their pace quickened, their bodies slapping together, creating a rhythm as ancient as the mountain itself. Aparajita’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Ravi, feeling her pussy clenching around his cock, followed suit, his cum filling her completely.
Breathless and satisfied, they collapsed onto the grass, their bodies entwined. The mountain, a silent witness to their passion, continued to stand tall, its beauty mirrored in the woman who lay in its shadow.
