The sun was setting over the mountains, casting a warm glow on the nude back of the brunette woman with a big ass. She was standing on the edge of a cliff, her long hair cascading down her back and her curves on full display. She was an Indian woman, her skin a rich olive tone, and she was the most beautiful thing that the mountain man had ever seen.
He had been living in the mountains for years, away from civilization and its trappings. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as her, and he knew that he had to have her. He approached her slowly, not wanting to scare her off.
“Hello,” he said, his voice deep and rough from years of living in the wild.
She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice soft and musical.
“I am the mountain man,” he said, introducing himself. “And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
She blushed at his words, her cheeks turning a soft pink. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes shining with gratitude.
He took a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He reached out and touched her hair, running his fingers through it. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her ass, squeezing it gently as he pulled her closer to him.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he made his way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped at the contact, her back arching as she pushed her breasts further into his hands.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She moaned louder, her hands gripping his hair tighter. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. She was writhing now, her body begging for more.
He moved his hand down her body, his fingers tracing a path to her pussy. He found it wet and ready for him, and he slipped a finger inside her. She moaned louder, her hips bucking as she rode his finger. He added another finger, stretching her out as he prepared her for his cock.
He pulled his fingers out of her, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her clit. She moaned, her hips moving in circles as she begged for more. He pushed inside her, his cock filling her up completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move.
He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove himself deeper inside her. She moaned louder, her pussy clenching around his cock as she reached her orgasm. He followed soon after, his cum filling her up as he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, as the sun set over the mountains. They had found each other in the most unexpected of places, and they had found something that they never knew they needed. They had found love in the mountains, and they knew that they would never let go.
The end.
