Mountain Majesty

It was a warm summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. I was hiking in the mountains, taking in the breathtaking views, when I saw her standing at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair blowing in the wind. She was a stunning Indian woman, with curves in all the right places. Her ass was particularly impressive, round and firm, just begging to be touched.

I approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. As I got closer, I could see that she was completely naked, her bronzed skin glistening in the sunlight. She turned to face me, and I was met with the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

She smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice like music to my ears. “I was just enjoying the view.”

We struck up a conversation, and I learned that her name was Priya, and she was a photographer, taking nude photos of herself in the great outdoors. I was intrigued and asked if I could watch. She agreed, and I settled in to watch her work.

Priya moved with grace and confidence, positioning herself in various poses, her body on full display. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes drawn to her full breasts and that incredible ass. I felt my cock stirring in my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide my growing arousal.

After a while, Priya noticed my discomfort and smiled. “You seem to be enjoying the show,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

I blushed, embarrassed at being caught staring. “I’m sorry,” I said, “It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”

Priya moved closer to me, her body just inches from mine. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice low and seductive.

She reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers tracing a line down my jaw. I shivered, my cock now fully hard in my pants. Priya noticed and smiled, her eyes filled with desire.

“Would you like to touch me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, unable to speak. Priya took my hand and placed it on her breast, her nipple hardening under my touch. I moaned, my fingers teasing her nipple, feeling it grow even harder.

Priya moved closer, her body pressed against mine. I could feel her heat, her breath hot on my neck. She reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

We found a secluded spot, hidden from view. Priya pushed me down onto the grass and straddled me, her wet pussy grinding against my cock. I moaned, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts.

Priya leaned down and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I kissed her back, my hands roaming her body, feeling every inch of her soft, warm skin.

She broke the kiss and sat up, her eyes locked on mine. “I want you inside me,” she said, her voice filled with need.

I nodded, my hands reaching down to undo my pants. Priya helped me, pulling them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Priya positioned herself above me, her wet pussy hovering over my cock. She lowered herself down, taking me inside her inch by inch. I moaned, my hands gripping her hips, helping her move up and down.

Priya rode me hard, her moans growing louder with each thrust. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls tightening.

“I’m close,” I gasped, my fingers digging into Priya’s hips.

“Cum inside me,” she moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm ripping through me. I groaned, my cock pulsing inside Priya’s warm, wet pussy.

Priya collapsed on top of me, her breath hot on my neck. We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating as one.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.

I couldn’t agree more.

The end.

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