Whispers in the Mountains

The sun was beginning to set over the majestic Indian mountains as Aarav made his way along the winding path. His heart raced with anticipation, for he knew that he would soon be reunited with the woman he had fallen deeply in love with. He had first met her on one of his previous treks, and they had spent many an hour in deep conversation, sharing stories and dreams.

As he reached the small wooden cabin that she called home, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he called out her name, but there was no response. He stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of her, standing in front of the window with her back to him. The sun illuminated her brunette hair, casting it in a golden hue, and he couldn’t help but admire her curvaceous figure.

She was wearing nothing but a sheer robe, which did little to conceal her naked body. Her big, round ass was on full display, and Aarav felt his cock stir in his pants. He had always been drawn to her, but never more so than at that moment.

Slowly, he approached her, his eyes fixed on her ass. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, so he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close. She gasped softly as she felt his hard cock pressing against her, and Aarav took that as a sign that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He began to kiss her neck, his lips exploring the soft, delicate skin. She moaned softly as he trailed his tongue down to her earlobe, nibbling gently on it. He could feel her body trembling with desire, and he knew that it was time to take things to the next level.

With a swift movement, he pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was now completely naked, and Aarav couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful body. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark, erect nipples that begged to be touched.

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