Whispers in the Mountains

The Indian beauty, her name Aaravhi, stood at the edge of the mountain, the wind whipping through her long, dark hair. She was nude, her curvaceous figure on full display. Her most striking feature, though, was her round, firm ass. It was the type of ass that demanded attention, and she knew it. Aaravhi had come to the mountains to escape, to be alone with her thoughts. But as she stood there, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She looked over her shoulder, but saw nothing. She tur