In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a solitary cabin stood nestled among the towering peaks and verdant forests. It was here that Anjali, a young brunette with a voluptuous figure and a big, round ass, had chosen to retreat for a month of solitude and contemplation.
One day, as Anjali was exploring the nearby mountains, she came across a handsome young mountaineer named Ravi. He was tall, with chiseled features and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see straight through her. Despite her initial reluctance, Anjali found herself drawn to him, and before she knew it, they were sharing stories and laughter by the light of a campfire.
As the night wore on, Anjali felt a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the fire. She found herself gazing at Ravi’s lips, remembering the feel of them on hers earlier that evening. She licked her own lips unconsciously, and Ravi’s eyes darkened with desire.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Anjali moaned softly, her body arching towards his. Ravi’s hands roamed over her curves, cupping her full breasts and squeezing her nipples until they were hard peaks.
Anjali broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes wide with surprise. “What are we doing?” she whispered, even as she pressed herself closer to him.
“What feels right,” Ravi murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. He nibbled and sucked, making her shiver with pleasure. His hands continued to explore her body, sliding down to her plump ass and giving it a firm squeeze.
Anjali moaned again, her hips grinding against his. She could feel his hard length pressing into her, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.
Ravi seemed to sense her desire, and he quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the moonlight. He knelt before her, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious body.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his hands caressing her curves. He leaned in and kissed her belly, his tongue tracing a path down to her mound. Anjali gasped as he spread her lips and began to lick and suck her clit.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he brought her to the brink of orgasm. Just as she was about to come, he pulled away, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Not yet,” he said, standing up and stripping off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, long and hard and ready for her.
Anjali licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his cock. She reached out and took it in her hand, stroking it gently. Ravi groaned, his head falling back as she explored him with her fingers and mouth.
But Anjali was not content to simply pleasure him with her mouth. She wanted him inside her, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure.
She positioned herself on all fours, her ass in the air and her pussy wet and ready for him. Ravi didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance.
With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Anjali cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. Ravi began to thrust, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
Anjali moaned and gasped, her body moving in time with his. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Ravi must have sensed her impending orgasm, because he reached around and began to rub her clit. The added stimulation was enough to push her over the edge.
Anjali screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard. Ravi continued to thrust, drawing out her orgasm until he too reached his peak.
With a final thrust, he came inside her, filling her up with his warm seed. They collapsed onto the ground, their bodies spent and sated.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Anjali knew that she had found something special in Ravi. Whether it was just a brief encounter or the start of something more, she couldn’t say.
But for now, she was content to lose herself in the whispers of the wilderness and the warmth of Ravi’s embrace.
