In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a young woman named Anjali. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back and a curvaceous figure that was the envy of all the other women in the village. Her most distinctive feature, however, was her generous, round bottom, which swayed enticingly with every step she took.
One day, a young traveler named Ravi arrived in the village, seeking shelter from the harsh mountain weather. He was immediately captivated by Anjali’s beauty and charm, and he found himself spending more and more time in her company. Anjali, too, was drawn to Ravi’s rugged good looks and adventurous spirit, and she found herself longing for his touch.
One evening, as they sat by the fire, Anjali couldn’t resist any longer. She leaned in close to Ravi, her breath hot on his neck, and whispered, “Ravi, I want you. I want you to take me, here and now.”
Ravi’s eyes widened with desire, and he pulled Anjali close, his hands roaming over her curves as he kissed her deeply. Anjali responded with equal passion, her hands gripping his shoulders as she moaned with pleasure.
Without breaking their kiss, Ravi lifted Anjali up and lay her down on the soft, fur rug in front of the fire. He knelt between her legs, his hands caressing her thighs as he slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing her bare, round bottom.
Anjali gasped as she felt Ravi’s hot breath on her skin, and she arched her back, offering herself to him. Ravi didn’t hesitate, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet, musky flesh. Anjali cried out with pleasure, her hips bucking as Ravi explored her with his tongue.
But Ravi knew that Anjali was ready for more. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, his hard cock springing free. Anjali looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
Ravi didn’t need any further encouragement. He knelt between Anjali’s legs and guided his cock to her wet, eager opening. Anjali moaned as she felt him enter her, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
Ravi took Anjali hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they both reached for their peak. Anjali’s cries of pleasure filled the air, mingling with the sound of the crackling fire.
Finally, with a loud cry, Ravi reached his climax, his hot seed filling Anjali’s willing pussy. Anjali moaned as she felt him cum, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.
As they lay together, spent and satisfied, Ravi whispered, “Anjali, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Anjali smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I think I’m falling in love with you too, Ravi,” she said, her hand resting on his chest.
And so, as the fire burned low and the mountain air grew cold, Anjali and Ravi lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The end.
