Whispers in the Indian Mountains

The brunette woman, her curves accentuated by the cool mountain air, stood at the edge of the cliff. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, stopping just above the swell of her generous ass. She was nude, her olive skin glowing in the sunlight. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth on her face, her breasts, her thighs. From behind, she heard a rustling in the bushes, and turned around to find a tall, muscular Indian man emerging from the foliage. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her