The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Indian mountainside. A young woman, clad only in a sheer sari that left little to the imagination, wandered through the trees. Her name was Priya, a local beauty known for her luscious brown skin, long black hair, and most notably, her full, round ass.
Priya had always been drawn to the seclusion of the mountains, away from the prying eyes of her small village. She would often sneak away, exploring the wilderness and indulging in her own desires. Today was no different.
As she wandered deeper into the woods, she heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned around, her heart beating faster as a figure emerged. It was Aamir, a ruggedly handsome man from the next village over. He was tall and muscular, with piercing dark eyes that seemed to see right through her.
“Priya,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been looking for you.”
She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement. She had always found Aamir attractive, but she had never acted on her desires. Until now.
Without a word, she stepped closer to him, her sari slipping off her shoulder to reveal the curve of her breast. Aamir’s eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch her.
“Not here,” Priya whispered, her voice barely audible. “Follow me.”
She led him to a secluded clearing, hidden from view by a thicket of trees. There, she finally allowed herself to admit what she had always wanted. She wanted Aamir. She wanted him to touch her, to taste her, to take her.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her curves. She moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped, arching her back to press herself closer to him. He took advantage of her position, lifting her sari to reveal her bare ass.
“Fuck, Priya,” he breathed, his eyes taking in the sight of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She blushed at the compliment, but she didn’t have time to respond. He was already on his knees, his tongue tracing a path from her knee to the cleft of her ass. She moaned, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair.
He licked and nibbled at her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body begging for more.
Finally, he stood up, his cock hard and ready. He didn’t hesitate, positioning himself behind her and sliding inside. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. She moaned, her body moving in time with his. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air, mingling with their moans and sighs.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed small circles, his touch driving her wild. She could feel herself on the edge, her orgasm building deep inside her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely audible. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He kept moving, his fingers working magic on her clit. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing with the effort of holding back.
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body trembling with the force of it. He kept moving, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own climax.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat. Priya lay her head on Aamir’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant.
He kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her.
“Always,” he whispered.
And in that moment, Priya knew that she had found more than just a lover in the mountains. She had found a partner, a confidant, and a home.
