In the foothills of the majestic Himalayas, a small village nestled among the trees was home to a woman named Priya. She was a sight to behold, with her long, brunette hair cascading down her back and her curves that could rival the mountains themselves. Her most striking feature, however, was her voluptuous ass, so large and firm that it seemed to have a gravitational pull of its own.
Priya was known throughout the village for her beauty, but she was also known for her independence. She lived alone in a small cottage on the outskirts of the village, and she made her living as a potter. She would spend her days crafting beautiful pots and vases, which she would sell in the village market.
One day, a man named Ravi came to the village. He was a traveler, a wanderer, and he was captivated by the beauty of the village and its people. But it was Priya who truly caught his eye. He would watch her from a distance, admiring her strength and her grace as she worked.
Ravi knew he had to meet her, and so he approached her one day in the market. He complimented her on her work, and they struck up a conversation. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. And as the day turned to night, Ravi found himself more and more drawn to Priya.
He asked if he could visit her at her cottage the next day, and to his delight, she agreed. When he arrived, he found her working in her garden, her bare skin glistening with sweat in the morning sun. He couldn’t help but stare, and Priya noticed.
She looked at him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief, and she smiled. “You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Ravi couldn’t speak, he could only nod. And that’s when Priya made her move. She walked over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically, and she pressed herself against him. She kissed him, her lips soft and warm, and he was lost.
They tumbled into the cottage, their lips never breaking apart. Priya led Ravi to her bed, her hands exploring his body as they kissed. She ran her fingers through his hair, down his chest, and lower, until she reached the bulge in his pants.
She broke the kiss, her eyes locked on his. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Priya’s. She was stunning, her body sculpted by years of hard work. Her breasts were firm and round, her nipples hard and eager for attention. And her ass, it was even more magnificent up close.
Priya lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Ravi knelt between them, his eyes fixed on her pussy. It was wet, glistening with desire. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Priya moaned, her back arching off the bed. Ravi licked and sucked, his fingers exploring her folds. He found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and he teased it with his tongue.
Priya’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking off the bed. Ravi knew she was close, and he wanted to make her cum hard. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit her G-spot.
Priya cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Ravi didn’t let up, he kept licking and fingering her, drawing out her pleasure.
When she finally came down from her high, she looked at Ravi, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He climbed onto the bed, his cock hard and ready. Priya guided him inside her, her pussy tight and hot.
He started to move, slow at first, then faster and harder. Priya met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room.
They switched positions, Priya on top, riding him hard. Ravi reached up, tweaking her nipples, pinching them gently.
Priya cried out, her orgasm building again. Ravi could feel his own climax approaching, and he wanted to cum inside her.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him as he thrust up. Priya screamed, her orgasm crashing over her. Ravi followed, his cock pulsing inside her.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies glistening with sweat.
“Stay with me,” Priya whispered, her head resting on Ravi’s chest.
Ravi smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “I will,” he said, and he meant it.
They fell asleep, their bodies entwined, the whispers of the mountains lulling them to sleep.
