In the heart of the Himalayas, a small village nestled between towering peaks, lived a woman named Anjali. She was known for her striking features: her deep brown eyes, her rich, dark hair, and her voluptuous figure. Her most distinctive feature, however, was her generously sized buttocks, which locals often referred to as her ‘mountains’.
One day, a traveler named Ravi passed through the village. He was a handsome man, with a strong build and an adventurous spirit. When he laid eyes on Anjali, he was immediately captivated.
Anjali had noticed Ravi’s gaze and felt a spark of attraction. She decided to invite him to her home, where they shared stories of their travels and lives. As they talked, Anjali found herself becoming more and more drawn to Ravi.
After a while, Anjali excused herself to prepare some tea. Ravi took the opportunity to admire her from behind, her curves accentuated by her traditional Indian attire. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, and Anjali didn’t object.
As Ravi’s hands explored Anjali’s body, she let out a soft moan. She turned to face him, and their eyes met. Without a word, Ravi leaned in and kissed her. Anjali responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance.
Ravi’s hands continued to wander, cupping Anjali’s breasts and gently pinching her nipples. Anjali arched her back, letting out a soft gasp as Ravi’s fingers found their way to her wet, eager pussy.
Ravi knelt before Anjali, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her clit. Anjali’s legs trembled as Ravi’s tongue explored her folds, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
As Anjali reached the brink of orgasm, Ravi stood up and unbuttoned his pants. His hard cock sprang free, and Anjali wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
Ravi entered Anjali from behind, his cock filling her completely. She let out a loud moan as he began to thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.
They switched positions, with Anjali on top, riding Ravi as he lay on his back. She ground her hips against him, her breasts bouncing in time with each thrust.
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, Anjali leaned down and whispered in Ravi’s ear, “Cum inside me.” Ravi obeyed, his hot load filling Anjali as she cried out in ecstasy.
As they caught their breath, Ravi pulled Anjali close, her curves fitting perfectly against him. They lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, as the snow-capped mountains watched over them.
