The sun began to set behind the towering mountains, casting long shadows across the rolling hills and valleys. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth. High up on one of the mountain peaks, a woman stood, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was nude, her brown skin glowing in the fading light. Her body was toned and athletic, with curves in all the right places. Her ass was full and firm, a sight to behold. She was an Indian beauty, a goddess of the mountains.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a man approaching. He was also nude, his body lean and muscular. His skin was a few shades darker than hers, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He was an Indian babe, a mountain man with a devilish grin.
“You came,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
“I couldn’t resist your invitation,” he replied, closing the distance between them.
He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit gently, causing her to gasp and shiver with pleasure.
His hand traveled down her body, finding her wet and ready. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added a second finger, stretching her open. She was ready for him, her body begging for more.
He positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass. She reached back and guided him inside her, her moans growing louder as he filled her. He started to move, slowly at first, building up a steady rhythm. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their lovemaking was raw and primal, a dance as old as time itself. The mountains watched in silence as they reached their peak, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. They collapsed onto the soft grass, spent and satisfied.
The sun had set completely now, the mountains disappearing into the darkness. But the memory of their lovemaking would stay with them, a secret whispered in the mountains.
The end.
