The sun dipped below the horizon as Anjali, a stunning Indian woman with a cascade of dark hair, stood at the edge of the mountain range. She was nude, her bare skin glowing in the fading light. Her back was to the world, her full, round ass on display for anyone who might be watching.
She had come to this remote location for peace and solitude, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced over her shoulder, her heart racing as she caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance.
It was Aaden, a tall and muscular man with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. He was also nude, his cock hard and ready for her. Anjali’s heart raced as she took in the sight of him. She had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks.
Aaden approached her slowly, his eyes locked on her curves. He reached out and touched her shoulder, his fingers tracing a line down her spine. Anjali shivered with pleasure as he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he said, his breath hot against her skin.
Anjali turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she pulled him closer. They kissed, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s bodies.
Aaden’s hands roamed over Anjali’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
Anjali gasped as pleasure coursed through her body. She reached down and began to stroke his cock faster, feeling it throb in her hand. She wanted him inside her, filling her up and taking her to new heights of pleasure.
Aaden lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her slowly, his cock filling her up completely. Anjali moaned with pleasure as he began to thrust deeper and harder.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they reached for their peak. Anjali’s moans grew louder as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, her nails digging into Aaden’s back.
He thrust harder and faster, his own release close at hand. Anjali felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. Aaden followed soon after, his hot cum filling her up as they collapsed in a heap on the ground.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, as the moon rose in the sky above. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their passion.
In the distance, the sound of a howling wolf broke the silence, a reminder that they were not alone in this wild and untamed land. But for now, they were the only two people in the world, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
