In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled in the mountains was home to a woman named Parvati. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back and a curvaceous figure that was the envy of every woman in the village. Her most notable feature, however, was her generously sized buttocks, which were the subject of many a whispered conversation among the village men.
Parvati was a woman of simple pleasures, content to spend her days tending to her goats and weaving intricate patterns on the shawls she sold to travelers passing through the village. She had never married, and the village gossips often whispered that it was because no man could resist her charms once they had laid eyes on her.
One day, a young man named Rajan arrived in the village. He was a traveler, on his way to a distant monastery to study under a renowned guru. Parvati was immediately drawn to him, mesmerized by his piercing green eyes and the confident way he carried himself.
Rajan, too, was captivated by Parvati’s beauty. He had never seen a woman quite like her before, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
Over the next few days, the two of them spent more and more time together. They would take long walks through the mountains, stopping to rest in secluded spots where they could talk and laugh without interruption. Parvati would often find herself gazing into Rajan’s eyes, lost in the depths of his gaze.
One evening, as they sat on a rocky outcropping overlooking the valley, Rajan reached out and took Parvati’s hand in his. She looked at him, surprised, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer to him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Rajan, sensing her desire, leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it quickly grew more passionate as Parvati responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, her body pressed against his.
As they kissed, Rajan’s hands began to wander, exploring Parvati’s curves. He ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, then down her back to her plump ass, squeezing it gently.
Parvati moaned softly, pressing herself even closer to him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his thin cotton pants, and she longed to feel it inside her.
Rajan, too, was growing increasingly aroused. He slipped his hand under Parvati’s shawl, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. She gasped, arching her back, her nipples hardening under his touch.
With a growl, Rajan pulled Parvati’s blouse over her head, exposing her full, round breasts. He bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
Parvati cried out, her fingers tangling in Rajan’s hair as he teased her nipples with his tongue. She could feel her pussy growing wet with desire, her clit throbbing with need.
Rajan, sensing her growing arousal, slid his hand under her long skirt, pushing it up around her waist. He traced his fingers along the inside of her thigh, then up to her wet pussy.
Parvati moaned as he slipped a finger inside her, then another. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his hand as he stroked her G-spot.
“Oh, Rajan,” she gasped, her voice husky with desire. “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
Rajan didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled Parvati’s skirt down around her ankles, then stripped off his own clothes.
Parvati looked at him, her eyes wide with desire as she took in his hard, muscular body. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking it gently.
Rajan moaned, his head thrown back as she teased him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed Parvati back onto the soft grass, spreading her legs wide.
Parvati looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She reached down, guiding his cock to her wet pussy.
Rajan thrust deep inside her, filling her completely. Parvati cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her hard and fast.
Their bodies moved together in a primal dance, their moans and gasps echoing through the mountains. Parvati wrapped her legs around Rajan’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
Rajan reached down, stroking Parvati’s clit as he fucked her. She moaned, her body trembling as she approached her climax.
With a cry, she came, her pussy clenching around Rajan’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Rajan, too, couldn’t hold back any longer. With a growl, he came, filling Parvati with his seed.
As they lay there, spent and sated, the sun began to set behind the mountains. Parvati looked up at Rajan, her eyes full of love.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she whispered.
Rajan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” he said.
And with that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, the whispers of the wind the only sound in the wilderness.
