The sun began to set over the towering mountains, casting a warm glow on the nude brunette woman standing before them. She was an Indian beauty, with curves that could rival the very mountains themselves. Her ass was full and firm, a perfect canvas for the setting sun. She stretched her arms, feeling the cool air on her bare skin, and let out a content sigh.
A rustling sound came from behind her, and she turned to see a handsome Indian man, also naked, emerging from the trees. His eyes were fixed on her, taking in her luscious form. She smiled, recognizing the desire in his gaze. He approached her slowly, his cock already hard and ready.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and pressing his lips to her neck. She moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against her skin. His hands explored her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his growing erection.
He moved his lips to her ear, nibbling gently and whispering, “You are so beautiful, my mountain queen.”
She turned to face him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other’s desires. His hands continued to roam her body, and she reached down to stroke his cock. It was thick and long, and she knew it would fill her perfectly.
He broke the kiss, and they both looked down to see her hand wrapped around his shaft. He groaned, and she smiled wickedly. She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. She sucked and licked, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. He moaned, his hands gripping her hair.
She stood up, and they embraced once more. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. She moaned, grinding her hips against him. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to a nearby rock, laying her down gently.
He knelt between her legs, spreading them wide. He leaned down, licking her pussy from bottom to top. She moaned, her back arching off the rock. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit with his tongue. She writhed beneath him, her fingers digging into the rock.
He stood up, positioning his cock at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded. He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails scratching at his back. He began to thrust, each stroke hitting her G-spot.
She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their bodies moved together, creating a perfect rhythm. The sounds of their moans echoed through the mountains, mingling with the chirping of the birds.
He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm building. He quickened his pace, driving deeper inside her. She screamed, her orgasm crashing through her body. He followed, his cock pulsing inside her.
They lay there, panting and spent. The sun had set, and the mountains were now just dark shadows. But they didn’t care, they were lost in their own world, a world of pleasure and desire.
And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of their union in the mountains.
