The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange as it bathed the mountains in a warm glow. High up in the hills, a brunette woman stood, her dark hair cascading down her back and framing her generous curves. Her naked body gleamed in the fading light, her round ass inviting attention.
A rustling sound caught her attention, and she turned to see a figure emerging from the trees. An Indian man, his eyes dark and intense, his body lean and muscular. He approached her, and she could see the desire burning in his gaze as he took in her luscious form.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am a wanderer, a traveler,” he replied, his voice deep and husky. “I have been drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.”
She smiled, her full lips curling up in a seductive arc. “Then come, join me in this beautiful place. Let us make the most of the last rays of sunlight.”
He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to touch her soft skin. She shivered at his touch, her nipples hardening as he caressed her breasts. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling at her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest, her nipples begging for attention. He obliged, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it gently, his fingers teasing the other.
She gasped as he moved his hands down her body, caressing her curves and making her tremble with desire. His fingers found her wet and ready, and he slipped one inside her, making her moan with pleasure.
She pushed him back, her eyes wild with desire. “I want you now,” she growled, pushing him down onto the soft grass.
