The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Indian mountains. A brunette woman stood at the edge of a cliff, her curves silhouetted against the fiery backdrop. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, reaching the top of her firm, round ass. She was nude, her body illuminated by the last rays of daylight.
She heard a rustling in the bushes behind her and turned around, her heart racing. A man emerged, his eyes locked onto her. He was tall and muscular, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving her body.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am the wind that whispers through the trees,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I am the fire that burns in the night. I am the one who has been watching you.”
She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.
She gasped as his lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she reached down to touch it. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it gently.
He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck, nibbling and licking her soft skin. She moaned as he reached her nipples, his tongue flicking over the hard buds. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around her nipples.
She could feel her pussy getting wet, and she reached down to touch herself. He growled, his hand covering hers.
“No,” he said, his voice commanding. “Let me.”
He knelt down in front of her, his eyes locked onto her pussy. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He leaned in, his tongue flicking over her clit. She moaned, her hands reaching out to grip his hair.
He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and she bucked her hips, grinding against his face. He groaned, his fingers moving faster, his tongue lashing against her clit.
She came hard, her juices flowing onto his face. He licked her clean, his fingers still moving inside her. She could feel herself getting wet again, and she reached down to touch his cock.
He stood up, his cock glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his shaft. He groaned as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She sucked him deep, her hands reaching up to cup his balls.
He moaned, his hips thrusting forward. She could feel him getting closer, and she sucked harder, her fingers massaging his balls. He came with a loud groan, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her hands still moving on his shaft.
He pulled out of her mouth, his breath coming in short gasps. She stood up, her body pressed against his. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth.
“I want you,” she said, her voice husky.
He picked her up, his hands gripping her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy grinding against his cock. He carried her to a nearby tree, laying her down on a soft blanket of leaves.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She moaned as he entered her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He moved slowly, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm.
She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and she reached up to touch her clit. He groaned as she started to rub herself, his hips moving faster. She came hard, her juices flowing around his cock.
He thrust into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip the tree trunk. He came with a loud groan, his cum filling her pussy.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short gasps. The moon had risen, casting a soft glow over their sweaty bodies.
“I’ve never
