In the heart of the Indian mountains, a secluded village lay nestled among the trees. The villagers lived simple lives, but they were content. Among them was a woman named Preeti, a young widow with long, dark hair and a luscious, round ass that drew the admiration of every man and woman in the village.
Preeti was known for her beauty, but she was also known for her independence. She worked hard to provide for herself and her young son, and she refused to be tied down by any man. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have needs.
One day, while out collecting firewood in the mountains, Preeti stumbled upon a stranger. He was a tall, rugged man with piercing blue eyes and a thick beard that covered most of his face. He introduced himself as Ivan, a traveler from a far-off land.
Preeti was wary of Ivan at first, but there was something about him that drew her in. Maybe it was his confident demeanor, or maybe it was the way he looked at her with hunger in his eyes. Whatever it was, Preeti couldn’t resist him.
They spent the day together, talking and laughing as they explored the mountains. As the sun began to set, Ivan suggested they set up camp for the night. Preeti agreed, and they found a secluded spot near a stream.
As they sat by the fire, Ivan leaned in close to Preeti. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she shivered with anticipation. Without a word, Ivan leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers.
Preeti responded eagerly, her body coming alive with desire. She kissed him back, her tongue exploring his mouth as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
Ivan’s hand found its way to Preeti’s ass, cupping it and pulling her closer. Preeti moaned with pleasure, her body grinding against his.
They undressed each other slowly, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Preeti couldn’t believe how good it felt to be touched by someone else, to feel desired and wanted.
Ivan laid Preeti down on the soft grass, his body covering hers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she ached to feel it inside her.
Ivan entered her slowly, his cock filling her up and making her gasp with pleasure. He started to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Preeti wrapped her legs around Ivan’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, the pleasure building up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt.
Ivan must have sensed it too, because he started to thrust harder and faster, his cock hitting Preeti’s G-spot with every stroke.
Preeti cried out with pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Ivan followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined and their breathing heavy. Preeti couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never felt so alive, so desired.
As they dressed and prepared to leave, Preeti knew she would never forget this night. She had found something special in Ivan, something she had never experienced before.
And as they said their goodbyes, Preeti couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever see him again. Only time would tell.
