Whispers in the Mountains

The brunette Indian woman, her curves accentuated by the golden light of the setting sun, stood at the edge of the cliff, her bare feet sinking into the soft earth. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching the generous swell of her round, firm ass. She was nude, her smooth, bronze skin glowing in the fading light. She was a vision of beauty, a goddess of the mountains, and he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of he