In the heart of a dense Indian jungle, a brunette woman named Parvathy with an ass as round and firm as two mountains was taking a bath in a secluded waterfall. The water cascaded down her naked body, glistening in the sunlight that managed to pierce through the dense canopy above. Her dark hair clung to her back, revealing the curves of her hips and the inviting valley between them.
Parvathy was not alone in the jungle. A man named Ravi, a local guide, had been hired by her to help her navigate the treacherous terrain. He had been keeping a safe distance, respecting her privacy, but as he caught a glimpse of her through the foliage, he couldn’t help but stare.
Ravi was a man of the jungle, strong and athletic, with skin bronzed by the sun. His eyes trailed from Parvathy’s full lips, down her slender back, to the curve of her ass. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Parvathy, sensing his presence, turned around. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She made no move to cover herself, her body on full display. Ravi gulped, his heart pounding in his chest.
He approached her, his eyes never leaving her body. He stopped in front of her, their bodies mere inches apart. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hip. Parvathy shivered, her breath hitching in her throat.
Ravi leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her ass. Parvathy responded, her hands tugging at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
They tumbled onto the soft grass, their bodies entwined. Ravi’s lips trailed down Parvathy’s body, his tongue tasting the water that still clung to her skin. He reached her breasts, his mouth closing around a nipple, sucking and nibbling. Parvathy moaned, her back arching off the ground.
Ravi’s hand traveled down Parvathy’s body, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He circled her clit, teasing her, before plunging a finger inside her. Parvathy gasped, her hips bucking off the ground.
Ravi positioned himself between Parvathy’s legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked at her, seeking permission. Parvathy nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
Ravi entered her, slow and deep. Parvathy moaned, her nails digging into his back. He started to move, his pace increasing with each thrust. Parvathy met him, her hips rising to meet his.
They moved in unison, their bodies slick with sweat. Ravi’s hand found Parvathy’s clit again, his fingers rubbing in time with his thrusts. Parvathy’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she reached her climax.
Ravi followed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself inside her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in gasps.
The jungle around them seemed to hold its breath, as if witnessing a sacred ritual. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the clearing. But the heat between Parvathy and Ravi remained, a testament to their passion.
As the night fell, they remained in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined. The jungle, once a dangerous and unfamiliar place, had become their sanctuary. And in its heart, they had found each other.
