In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled in the foothills was home to a woman named Anjali. She was a striking figure with raven-black hair cascading down her back, and a voluptuous figure that was the envy of all the other women in the village. Her most notable feature, however, was her ample, round derriere, so large and firm that it seemed to have a gravitational pull all its own.
Anjali was a free spirit, unafraid to flaunt her sexuality and embrace her desires. She would often steal away to the mountains, stripping naked and basking in the sun’s warm embrace. The cool mountain air caressed her bare skin as she lay on a bed of soft grass, her curves on full display.
One day, while Anjali was enjoying her solitary indulgence, she heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned to see a handsome stranger emerging from the foliage. He was tall and muscular, with piercing green eyes that seemed to see straight through her.
Anjali’s heart raced as she took in the sight of the stranger. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt a flutter in her chest as he spoke, his voice deep and husky.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, his eyes traveling down her body. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Anjali’s breath hitched in her throat as the stranger leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing and caressing her curves.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. Anjali moaned, her head falling back as he continued his assault on her senses. He reached her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
Anjali gasped, her back arching as he continued to tease and torment her nipples. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body begging for release.
