Whispers in the Himalayas

The cool mountain air brushed against the exposed skin of the brunette Indian woman, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the Himalayas. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the snow-capped peaks.

She was nude, her curves on full display. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard footsteps approaching behind her. She knew who it was – the man she had been traveling with for the past week.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel his warmth against her back, his hard length pressing into her. She leaned back into him, letting out a soft sigh.

His lips found her neck, his tongue tracing a path up to her earlobe. She moaned, her hips grinding back against him. His hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

She reached behind her, running her fingers through his hair as he continued to worship her body. She could feel herself growing wetter, her desire for him building.

He spun her around, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock pressed against her entrance, teasing her.

He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down to her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, eliciting a moan from her. His fingers found her clit, rubbing circles around it.

She was panting now, her hips bucking against his hand. She needed him inside her.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her. She looked into his eyes, her hips pushing down onto him. He filled her, stretching her in the most delicious way.

He began to thrust, each one hitting her G-spot. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pounded into her, their bodies slapping together.

She could feel herself close, her orgasm building. She tightened around him, her muscles clenching. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

She came, her orgasm rippling through her. He followed shortly after, filling her with his seed.

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath. He pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her thighs. She smiled, her heart still racing.

The sun had set completely now, the mountains bathed in darkness. But they didn’t need light to see each other – they had their own fire burning bright.

They dressed, their bodies sated and tired. But they knew they would have many more nights like this, lost in the beauty of the Himalayas and each other.

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