Whispers in the Indian Mountains

In the heart of the Indian mountains, a brunette woman named Parvathi stood at the edge of a cliff, her naked body glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her luscious, round ass was on full display. Parvathi was a sight to behold, her body a testament to the beauty of nature and the passion that dwelt within her.

A man approached her, his name was Ravi, a local guide who had been hired to help Parvathi navigate the treacherous terrain of the Indian mountains. He couldn’t help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to her full, voluptuous figure.

“Parvathi,” Ravi said, his voice low and husky. “You are truly a vision.”

Parvathi turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Ravi, I am glad you think so.”

She stepped closer to him, her body brushing against his. Ravi could feel the heat radiating off of her, and he knew that he wanted her.

“I have wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Ravi said, his hands reaching out to touch her.

Parvathi let out a soft moan as his hands explored her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the globes of her ass.

“I have wanted you too, Ravi,” Parvathi said, her voice breathless.

She reached out to touch him, her hands finding the bulge in his pants. Ravi let out a groan as she rubbed him, his cock growing harder with each passing moment.

Parvathi dropped to her knees, her lips finding the head of Ravi’s cock. She licked and sucked, her tongue exploring every inch of him. Ravi let out a loud moan as she took him deeper into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Oh, Parvathi,” Ravi said, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”

Parvathi stood up, her body pressed against Ravi’s. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together.

“Take me, Ravi,” Parvathi said, her voice husky with desire.

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