Whispers in the Valley

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the valley below in a warm, golden glow. High up in the big ass mountains, a solitary figure stood at the edge of a cliff. She was a stunning Indian woman, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

She was completely nude, her brown skin glowing in the fading light. Her backside was a work of art, her curves so perfect they could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. She looked out over the valley, her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips.

As she stood there, lost in thought, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see a tall, handsome Indian man standing there, his eyes filled with desire. She knew in that moment that she wanted him, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted her just as badly.

He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her soft, supple skin. She let out a small gasp as his fingers brushed against her nipples, her body responding to his touch. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues danced together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. He kissed his way down her neck, his teeth gently nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure.

He made his way down to her breasts, his lips wrapping around her nipples, sucking and teasing them. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to worship her body.

He moved down further, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He reached her belly button, his tongue darting inside. She giggled, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.

He continued his descent, his lips reaching her wet, pulsing pussy. She let out a loud moan as he started to lick and suck on her clit. Her body trembled with pleasure, her back arching as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax.

He slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb continuing to rub her clit. She moaned louder, her body shaking as she came. He didn’t stop, his fingers and tongue continuing to work their magic.

She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hard, throbbing cock. She stroked him, her hands sliding up and down his shaft. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she continued to pleasure him.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to be inside of her. He flipped her over, her hands and knees on the ground. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her tight, wet pussy.

He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside of her. She moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. He started to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, his thrusts getting faster and harder. She moaned louder, her body shaking as she came again.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. He thrust forward one last time, his cock buried deep inside of her as he came.

They collapsed onto the ground, their bodies spent. They lay there, their limbs tangled together as they caught their breath.

As the sun set, they lay there, their bodies entwined. They knew that they had found something special, something that they would never forget.

They lay there, their hearts beating as one, the whispers of the wind echoing through the valley. They were one with each other, and one with the big ass mountains. They were home.

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