Whispers in the Mountains

The sun began to set behind the towering mountains, casting a warm glow on the nude body of the brunette Indian woman. She stood at the edge of a cliff, her back facing the vast wilderness, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her ass, firm and round, glistened in the fading light. A soft breeze rustled the trees, and she closed her eyes, feeling the cool air on her bare skin. She was a creature of nature, free and uninhibited. Her name was Priya, and she was a woman of 25 summers,