Whispers in the Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks and purples. High up in the mountains, a solitary figure stood at the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping through her long, dark hair. A woman, she was young and beautiful, with flawless, olive skin and full, pouty lips. Her body was curvaceous and voluptuous, with wide hips and an ample, round ass that begged to be touched. She wore nothing but a sheer, white sari, which clung to her body and revealed her every curve