The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Indian mountains. A brunette woman, her curves generous and inviting, stood at the edge of a cliff, her eyes closed in bliss as the wind danced through her hair. She was nude, her backside facing the vast wilderness before her. Her bronze skin glowed in the fading light, and her voluptuous figure was a testament to the beauty of the feminine form.
She was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the man she had left behind in their secluded cabin. He was a rugged, handsome stranger she had met only a week ago, but in that short time, they had forged a connection deeper than any she had ever known. His name was Ravi, and he had captured her heart with his chiseled features, his smoldering gaze, and his skilled touch.
She felt a sudden warmth between her legs, a moistness that betrayed her desire for him. She reached back, her fingers tracing the curve of her ass, her touch sending shivers down her spine. She imagined Ravi’s hands on her, his fingers exploring her body, his lips on her skin.
