Whispers in the Mountain Mist

In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, there lived a woman named Preeti. She was a local legend, known for her mesmerizing beauty and her voluptuous figure. Her curves were like the rolling hills, and her ass was as big as the mighty mountains themselves. She was a brunette, with long, flowing hair as dark as the night sky. Her skin was the color of the earth, and her eyes sparkled like the stars.

Preeti lived a simple life, but she had a secret. She was a nymphomaniac, with an insatiable hunger for sex. She would often venture out into the forest, seeking the company of men who could satisfy her needs.

One day, as she was admiring the view of the mountains, she heard a rustling in the bushes. She turned around, and to her surprise, she saw a handsome young man named Raj. He was a traveler, who had lost his way in the mountains.

Preeti was immediately drawn to him. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and she knew that he desired her just as much as she desired him. She approached him, and with a seductive smile, she whispered, “I know a place where we can satisfy our desires.”

Raj followed Preeti to a secluded spot, where they could be alone. As soon as they were alone, Preeti began to undress. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ample breasts. She then slipped off her skirt, revealing her plump ass.

Raj couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as Preeti. He felt his cock growing hard as he watched her.

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