The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks and purples as it did. High up in the mountains, a solitary cabin stood nestled among the trees. Inside, a woman moved about, her dark hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She was exotic and alluring, with an ass that was full and round, the type that looked perfect for gripping as one took her from behind.
She moved to the window, her bare breasts heaving with each breath she took. The chill in the air caused her nipples to harden, and she rubbed her arms as she looked out at the beauty of the mountains around her. She was all alone up here, but she didn’t mind. It was peaceful, and she could be as loud as she wanted without worrying about anyone hearing her.
She turned away from the window and walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took. She lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide, and her fingers found their way to her wet pussy. She moaned as she touched herself, imagining the hands of a faceless lover on her body.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, her fingers moving faster and faster as she got closer to her release. She imagined a man, strong and dark, with eyes that could see straight into her soul. He would take her roughly, his cock pounding into her as she screamed his name.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and she cried out as she came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. She lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before she heard a noise outside. She sat up, her heart racing as she listened.
There was a knock at the door, and she got up to answer it, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She opened the door, and there he was, the man from her fantasies. He was even more beautiful in person, and she felt herself getting wet again just from looking at him.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and he pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers, and she moaned as their tongues danced together. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.
She reached down and stroked his cock through his pants, feeling it grow hard in her hand. He growled and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed. He lay her down and pulled her legs apart, his eyes taking in the sight of her wet pussy.
He leaned down and licked her, his tongue flicking over her clit as she moaned. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with desire, and she begged him to fuck her. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, and she gasped at the sight of his cock. It was huge, and she knew it would fill her up perfectly.
He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him inside of her, and they both moaned as he filled her up. He started to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked her hard.
She screamed his name, her orgasm building inside of her once again. He fucked her harder, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust, and she came harder than she ever had before. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, as the night wore on. They fucked again and again, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths. And when they were finally finished, they lay in each other’s arms, the sweat drying on their skin as they drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, he was gone, but she didn’t mind. She knew it had just been a dream, but it was a dream she would never forget. She would always have the memory of the faceless man who had given her the best orgasms of her life. And she knew that she would always have the mountains, with their beauty and their solitude, to bring her back to that place whenever she needed to.
