The sun began to set over the Indian mountains, casting a warm glow on the small cabin nestled among the trees. Inside, the brunette woman named Isabella stood in front of the window, admiring the view. Her full, round ass was on display, the curves of her body illuminated by the fading light.
Isabella had come to the mountains to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. She had rented the cabin for a week, hoping to find some peace and quiet. She had not expected to meet anyone else during her stay, but fate had other plans.
On her second day in the cabin, she had heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find a young Indian woman standing on the porch. Her name was Priya, and she was the caretaker of the cabin. She was petite, with dark hair and brown eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Isabella and Priya quickly became friends, spending their days exploring the mountains and their nights cooking dinner and drinking wine by the fire. It wasn’t long before they realized that their attraction to each other was more than just friendship.
One night, after a bottle of wine, they found themselves in Isabella’s bed. Priya’s hands explored Isabella’s body, tracing the curves of her ass and the softness of her breasts. Isabella moaned with pleasure as Priya’s lips found hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss.
Priya’s fingers found their way to Isabella’s wet pussy, stroking her clit and sliding inside her. Isabella writhed with pleasure, her hips bucking against Priya’s hand. She cried out as she came, her orgasm rippling through her body.
But Priya wasn’t done with her yet. She moved down Isabella’s body, her tongue tracing a path from Isabella’s breasts to her wet pussy. Isabella gasped as Priya’s tongue found her clit, licking and sucking until she came again.
Isabella wanted to taste Priya too. She flipped her over, spreading Priya’s legs and burying her face in her wet pussy. She licked and sucked, her fingers sliding in and out of Priya’s tight hole. Priya moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking against Isabella’s face.
Isabella moved up and slid her cock inside of Priya’s wet pussy. Slowly, she began to thrust, her hips moving in rhythm with Priya’s. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Isabella reached down and stroked Priya’s clit, her fingers moving in time with her thrusts.
Priya cried out as she came, her orgasm triggering Isabella’s own. Isabella collapsed on top of Priya, their bodies spent and satisfied. They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, as the sun set over the Indian mountains.
The end.
