Whispers in the Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks and oranges. High up in the mountains, a solitary figure stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair whipping in the wind. She was a stunning Indian woman, with almond-shaped eyes and full lips. Her figure was curvaceous, with a generous ass that was currently on display as she gazlessly stared out at the view. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see a man, also Indian, with a chiseled jaw and pie