Whispers in the Mountains

The brunette woman, her curves accentuated by the nude silhouette she cut against the backdrop of the mountains, stood with her hands on her hips, admiring the view. She was an Indian beauty, with a big, round ass that begged to be touched. The sun set behind her, casting long shadows across the landscape and illuminating her body in a warm, golden glow.

She was lost in thought, taking in the beauty of the moment, when she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned to see a man, also Indian, emerging from the foliage. He was tall and handsome, with dark eyes that seemed to see straight through her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I was just enjoying the view,” she said, turning back to the mountains.

He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shivered with anticipation.

“The view is beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But it’s nothing compared to you.”

She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her body melting against his.

He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her close. She moaned, her body on fire with desire.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she gasped with pleasure.

He continued to explore her body, his hands and mouth leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She was panting with need, her body trembling with desire.

He knelt before her, his lips finding her big, round ass. He kissed and licked her, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She moaned, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair.

He stood up, his lips finding hers once again. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her arousal.

He picked her up, his hands beneath her ass, and carried her to a nearby blanket. He laid her down, his body covering hers.

She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she moaned with need. He entered her slowly, filling her completely.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.

He thrust harder, faster, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.

“Yes,” she cried out, ” harder, oh god, harder.”

He gave her what she wanted, his hips pistoning as he fucked her hard and fast. She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her.

He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there, spent and satisfied, as the sun set behind the mountains.

And as the night fell, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their bodies entwined in a lover’s embrace.

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