Whispers in the Indian Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Indian mountains in a warm, golden glow. Nestled among the rocks and trees was a small, secluded cabin, and within it resided a brunette woman with a big, round ass. She was a creature of beauty, her dark hair cascading down her back, her curves begging to be touched.

She spent her days exploring the mountains, her nude body a stark contrast against the rocky landscape. Her big ass jiggled with each step she took, a sight that would make any man’s cock hard. And yet, she was alone, her desires unfulfilled.

One day, as she wandered deeper into the mountains, she came across a stranger. He was a tall, handsome man with a body carved from stone. His eyes locked onto her curves, his cock growing hard in his pants.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I am but a traveler, passing through these mountains,” he replied, his eyes never leaving her body.

She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to give it to him. She led him back to her cabin, her heart racing with anticipation.

Once inside, they wasted no time. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and squeezing her big ass.

She moaned with pleasure as he licked and nibbled her neck, his fingers teasing her nipples. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, begging to be freed.

She reached down, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. It was thick and long, a perfect fit for her tight pussy.

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