In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Anjali. She was a brunette beauty, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back, and a curvaceous figure that left the villagers in awe. Her most striking feature, however, was her generous, round bottom, often the subject of many admiring glances from the village men.
One day, a young traveler named Ravi arrived in the village. He was a tall, handsome man with a rugged charm that instantly caught Anjali’s eye. Intrigued by this stranger, she found herself drawn to him, and before long, they became inseparable.
One evening, as they sat by a roaring fire in the mountains, Anjali couldn’t resist any longer. She leaned in, her full lips meeting Ravi’s in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Anjali’s heart raced as Ravi’s fingers brushed against her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Ravi, eager to please, moved his hands down to Anjali’s round, firm ass, giving it a playful squeeze. She moaned with pleasure, her body arching towards him as he continued to explore her curves.
Breaking their kiss, Ravi trailed his lips down Anjali’s neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She gasped as he reached her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Anjali’s back arched as she moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in Ravi’s hair.
Ravi’s fingers continued to explore Anjali’s body, tracing a path down her stomach and slipping beneath her skirt. She gasped as he found her wet, ready for him. His fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her clit and making her moan even louder.
Anjali couldn’t take it any longer. She reached down, pulling Ravi’s pants down and freeing his hard cock. She positioned herself over him, slowly lowering herself down onto his waiting shaft.
Ravi groaned with pleasure as Anjali began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. He reached up, grabbing her round ass and guiding her movements. Anjali leaned back, her hands bracing herself against Ravi’s chest as she picked up the pace.
Their moans filled the air as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Ravi’s fingers dug into Anjali’s hips as he thrust up into her, meeting her every movement with his own.
Anjali’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out in pleasure. Ravi followed soon after, his own release sending shockwaves through his body.
As they lay together, spent and satisfied, Anjali knew that this was just the beginning of a long, passionate love affair in the heart of the Indian mountains.
