Pleasure in the Mountains

It was a beautiful summer day in the Colorado mountains. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the towering pines and crystal-clear lakes. Amrita, an Indian woman with a luscious brown braid that reached her waist, was exploring the wilderness, her eyes wide with wonder. She had always been drawn to the outdoors, and the mountains called to her like nothing else.

As she wandered off the beaten path, Amrita stumbled upon a hidden clearing, surrounded by towering trees and a babbling brook. She decided to strip off her clothes, feeling the cool mountain air against her bare skin. She stood there for a moment, her heart racing with exhilaration, before diving into the refreshing water.

After her swim, Amrita lay down on a large rock, her body glistening in the sun. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun soak into her skin. She was startled by a rustling in the bushes nearby, and she sat up, her heart pounding in her chest.

A tall, handsome man stepped out from the bushes, his eyes locked on Amrita’s curves. She blushed, suddenly aware of her nakedness. The man approached her, his eyes filled with desire. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice deep and soothing. “I won’t hurt you.”

Amrita hesitated for a moment, but something about the man’s presence made her feel safe. She stood up, her body trembling slightly. The man reached out and took her hand, leading her deeper into the woods.

They came to a small clearing, and the man turned to face Amrita. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Amrita responded eagerly, her body melting against his.

The man’s hands roamed over Amrita’s body, exploring every inch of her curves. He cupped her ass, squeezing it gently, and Amrita moaned with pleasure. She had never felt so desired, so wanted.

The man’s fingers found their way to Amrita’s wetness, and she gasped as he slipped a finger inside her. He stroked her gently, his thumb circling her clit. Amrita moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

The man knelt before Amrita, his lips finding her clit once again. He sucked and licked, his fingers still inside her, and Amrita cried out with pleasure. She felt herself building towards an orgasm, and she grabbed the man’s head, holding him in place.

With one final lick, Amrita came undone, her body shaking with pleasure. The man stood up, his cock hard and ready. He entered Amrita slowly, her wetness welcoming him in.

They moved together, their bodies in sync. The man’s hands gripped Amrita’s hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Amrita moaned, her body responding to the man’s rhythm.

They switched positions, Amrita on top, her breasts bouncing with each movement. She rode the man, her eyes locked on his. She could feel another orgasm building, and she leaned forward, her mouth finding the man’s.

They kissed passionately, their bodies moving together as one. Amrita came again, her body shaking with pleasure. The man followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her.

They lay together, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs. Amrita smiled, her heart full of happiness. She had never felt so free, so alive.

As the sun began to set, Amrita and the man dressed, their bodies sated and content. They walked back to the clearing, their hands clasped together.

Amrita knew that this was a moment she would never forget, a moment of pure pleasure and connection. She knew that she would always come back to this place, to the mountains that had brought her such joy and happiness.

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