The misty mountain air was crisp and cool as it gently caressed the brunette’s bare skin. She stood there, completely naked, her back towards the picturesque view of the valley below. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow upon her voluptuous figure. Her heart-shaped face was framed by wavy locks of dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders, reaching her perfectly rounded, firm ass.
She was an Indian woman, a creature of exotic beauty. Her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and allure. Her full, luscious lips curved into a knowing smile as she heard the crunching of gravel behind her. She knew he was there, watching her. The thrill of being exposed, yet unseen, sent shivers down her spine.
“You’re late,” she softly whispered, her hips swaying sensuously.
He stepped closer, his eyes taking in her full figure, from the curve of her hips to the roundness of her ass. His fingers itched to touch her, to feel her warmth beneath his fingertips.
“I couldn’t resist the view,” he admitted, his voice husky and heavy with desire.
His hands finally reached her, gently caressing her shoulders, moving down her arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers brushed against her hardened nipples, causing her to gasp. She leaned back into him, her body molding against his. His lips found the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Her hands reached behind her, grabbing his firm ass, pulling him closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she yearned for him to be inside her. But not yet. First, there was more to explore, more to savor.
She turned around, her eyes meeting his. The desire in his gaze was palpable, and she knew he wanted her just as badly. She reached up, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips, before pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, teasing.
Her hands moved down, undoing his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its heat, its strength. Her thumb brushed against the tip, spreading the bead of precum that had formed there.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. She guided him inside her, feeling him fill her, stretch her. She moaned, her head falling back as he started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps echoing in the mountain air. The sound of their lovemaking filled the valley, a symphony of pleasure and desire.
She moved her hips, meeting his thrusts, her nails digging into his back. His lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.
Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it in circles, adding to the intense pleasure that was building up inside her. She could feel her orgasm approaching, could feel her body tensing, ready to explode.
With one final thrust, he filled her completely, his warmth spreading inside her as she cried out his name, her body trembling in the throes of her orgasm.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hearts beating as one. The mountain air was still cool, but they were warm, their bodies still entwined, their lovemaking still echoing in the valley below.
The sun had set, casting the mountains in a soft, romantic glow. The night was upon them, but they didn’t notice. They were lost in their own world, a world of passion and desire, a world where only they existed.
And for now, that was enough.
