In the heart of the Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Priya. She was a woman of exceptional beauty, with a cascade of dark hair that fell down her back, and a full, round ass that was the envy of every woman in the village. She was unaware of her own allure, however, and went about her days tending to her goats and weaving intricate rugs, her hands stained with the vibrant colors of the wool.
One day, while Priya was out in the mountains with her goats, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest, only to find a handsome stranger emerging from the underbrush. He was a tall, muscular man, with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin.
“Hello there,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m Jack, and I couldn’t help but notice you from across the valley. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Priya blushed, her dark skin turning a deep shade of red. She had never had a man speak to her like this before, and she didn’t know what to say.
