The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the snow-capped mountains. Naina, an Indian woman in her late twenties, stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her curvy figure on display for the world to see. But there was no one around for miles. She was alone, free to explore her body without judgment.
Naina had always been fascinated by the mountains, the way they towered above everything else, powerful and unyielding. She felt a connection to them, a sense of belonging that she never felt in the city. So she had come here, to this remote location, to be alone with her thoughts and her desires.
She began to touch herself, her fingers tracing a path from her neck down to her full breasts. She cupped them in her hands, her thumbs brushing over her erect nipples. She let out a soft moan, her body responding to her touch.
She moved her hands lower, down her stomach and to her hips. She gripped them tightly, her fingers digging into her soft skin. She spread her legs wider, giving herself better access to her most intimate of places.
She slipped a finger inside herself, feeling herself grow wetter with each stroke. She added another finger, her pace quickening as she approached her climax. She threw her head back, her dark hair brushing against her bare shoulders.
“Yes,” she whispered to herself, her voice carried away by the wind. “Yes, yes, yes.”
She cried out as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. She collapsed onto the grass, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. But she knew she wasn’t done yet. She wanted more, she needed more.
She stood up and walked over to a nearby boulder. She bent over it, her ass in the air. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes meeting the camera’s lens.
“Take me,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “Take me now.”
Raj, a tall and muscular Indian man, stepped into view. He was Naina’s lover, her partner in every sense of the word. He approached her, his cock already hard and ready for her.
He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and caressing her soft flesh. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice filled with desire. “Mine, mine, mine.”
He entered her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned as he began to move, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. She pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one. They cried out in pleasure, their voices echoing through the mountains.
“Harder,” Naina begged. “Harder, harder, yes.”
Raj gave her what she wanted, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. She came again, her orgasm ripping through her body like a storm.
Raj followed shortly after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies spent and satisfied.
They lay there for a while, their limbs entwined as they caught their breath. The mountains watched over them, silent and unyielding.
But Naina and Raj didn’t care. They were alone, together, and that was all that mattered.
