In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a big ass brunette mountain woman named Sharda lived a solitary life. Her luscious curves and dark hair were in stark contrast to the snowy peaks that surrounded her small abode. She was a woman of incredible beauty, with an ass so large and firm it seemed as if it was carved from the very mountains themselves.
One day, a handsome young traveler named Aarav stumbled upon Sharda’s home. He was captivated by her beauty and the raw sexuality that radiated from her body. Despite her initial reluctance, Aarav’s persistence and charm eventually won her over.
As they sat by the fire, Aarav’s eyes trailed over Sharda’s body. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to taste her. His hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing her jawline before diving into her thick, dark hair. Sharda’s breath hitched as his lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own.
The passion between them was undeniable. Aarav’s hands roamed over Sharda’s body, cupping her full breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Sharda moaned, her body arching towards his touch.
Aarav’s lips traveled down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. Sharda’s head fell back, her eyes closed as pleasure coursed through her veins. She gasped as Aarav’s hand slipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing slow circles over her clit.
With a growl, Aarav pushed Sharda back onto the bed, his mouth finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, his fingers still working her clit. Sharda was writhing beneath him, her moans growing louder.
Aarav’s tongue trailed down Sharda’s body, his lips wrapping around her clit. He sucked and licked at her, his fingers sliding into her pussy. Sharda’s hips bucked, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Aarav didn’t give her time to recover. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her wet folds. Sharda looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. With a slow, deliberate motion, Aarav pushed himself inside her.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Sharda met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together. Aarav’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he drove himself deeper inside her.
Sharda’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around Aarav’s cock. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer.
With a final thrust, Aarav pushed himself as deep as he could go. Sharda’s orgasm washed over her, her pussy milking his cock as he came inside her.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. The fire crackled in the background, the only sound in the room.
As they drifted off to sleep, Sharda knew that she had found something special in Aarav. She had found a connection that went deeper than just physical attraction. She had found a love that would last a lifetime.
