Whispers in the Mountains

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the towering mountains. The brunette woman, clad only in her birthday suit, stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places, her big ass round and firm. She was a sight to behold, and she knew it. She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a handsome stranger approaching. He was tall, with dark skin and piercing eyes. He wore only a loincloth, and his