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 naked body, and she smiled, knowing that she had captured his attention.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
“I am the guardian of these mountains,” he replied, his voice deep and commanding. “And you, woman, are not from these parts.”
She took a step towards him, her hips swaying seductively. “I am a traveler,” she said. “I have come to explore these beautiful mountains, and to find some peace and solitude.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And have you found what you were looking for?”
She closed the distance between them, her breasts brushing against his chest. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not yet,” she whispered.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, and she moaned, feeling herself growing wet with desire.
He broke the kiss, and she looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “Take me,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”
He picked her up, his strong arms supporting her weight, and carried her to a nearby boulder. He laid her down, his body covering hers, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He entered her slowly, filling her completely, and she cried out with pleasure. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, and she matched him stroke for stroke. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back, as he buried his face in her neck, his breath hot on her skin.
He licked and nibbled at her earlobes, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock. He moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her body, stopping to suckle at her breasts, and she arched her back, offering herself to him.
He continued his descent, his tongue swirling around her navel, and she trembled with anticipation. He reached her pussy, and she moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking as he fucked her with his tongue.
He slid a finger inside her, crooking it to hit her G-spot, and she came undone, her orgasm rippling through her body. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he neared his own release.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and whispered in his ear, “Cum for me, my love. I want to feel you inside me.”
He groaned, his cock swelling as he filled her with his seed. She held him close, their bodies slick with sweat, as they caught their breath.
He pulled out of her, and she sat up, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with gratitude.
He smiled, his dark eyes filled with warmth. “The pleasure was all mine,” he said.
They dressed, and he led her back to the path, his hand resting on the small of her back. “Will you stay with me?” she asked, her voice soft and hopeful.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. “For as long as you want,” he said.
And they walked together, their bodies entwined, as they explored the beauty of the Indian mountains, and the depths of their love.
The end.
