In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled amongst the towering peaks was home to a woman named Priya. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back and a curvaceous figure that was the subject of many a whispered conversation among the villagers. Her most notable feature, however, was her ample derriere, which earned her the nickname “Priya the Mountain.”
One day, a handsome young traveler named Ravi arrived in the village. He was immediately taken with Priya’s beauty and set out to win her heart. It wasn’t long before he found himself alone with her in the mountains, taking in the breathtaking views.
Priya turned to face Ravi, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. She ran a finger down his chest, and he shivered with anticipation. Without a word, she reached behind her back and slowly unfastened her sari, letting it fall to the ground. She stood before him, completely naked, her curves on full display.
Ravi couldn’t help but stare at her ass, it was even more magnificent than he had imagined. He reached out and gave it a playful slap, and she yelped with surprise and laughter.
“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Ravi nodded, unable to speak.
Priya stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
As they kissed, Priya reached down and began to rub Ravi’s cock through his pants. He groaned with pleasure, his hands roaming over her body.
She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, “I want you inside me, now.”
Ravi didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly stripped off his clothes and laid Priya down on the soft grass. He knelt between her legs and admired the view, her pussy glistening with wetness.
He leaned down and began to lick her, causing her to moan with pleasure. She tasted sweet and musky, and he couldn’t get enough.
After a few minutes, Priya was writhing with pleasure. “Fuck me, Ravi,” she begged.
