In the heart of the Indian Himalayas, a brunette woman named Nalini stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her brown skin glowing in the sunlight. Her body was toned from years of hiking and climbing in the mountains. But what truly caught the eye was her ass, round and firm, a perfect canvas for the skilled hands of a lover.
Nalini had come to the mountains to escape the city, to find solitude and peace. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She turned around and saw a figure in the distance, a man, also nude, standing on a nearby cliff. He was tall and muscular, with a thick cock that hung between his legs.
Nalini’s heart raced as she watched him approach. She knew she should be scared, but there was something about him that made her feel safe. He was a stranger, but there was a familiarity in his eyes, a connection that she couldn’t explain.
As he got closer, Nalini couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was massive, thick and long, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She wanted him, needed him, to fill her up.
The man stopped in front of her, their eyes locked. He reached out and gently touched her cheek, his fingers tracing her jawline. Nalini closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“I am the mountains,” he replied, his voice deep and soothing. “I have been watching you, waiting for you.”
Nalini shivered as his hand moved down her body, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple. She gasped as his fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles.
“I want you,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider.
The man knelt down, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking and sucking on her clit. Nalini’s knees buckled as pleasure washed over her. She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice hoarse.
The man stood up, his cock brushing against her wet pussy. Nalini moaned as he entered her, filling her up completely. He started slow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Nalini met his thrusts, their bodies moving as one.
Their moans echoed in the mountains, drowning out the sound of the wind. Nalini’s pussy clenched around his cock as she came, her orgasm ripping through her. The man followed, his cum filling her up.
They stayed like that, connected, for what felt like hours. Nalini’s head rested on the man’s chest, his arms wrapped around her. She knew she should leave, go back to the city, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.
“Stay with me,” the man whispered in her ear.
Nalini closed her eyes, her body sinking into his. She knew she couldn’t stay, but for now, she would pretend. Pretend that they were together, in love, in the heart of the Indian Himalayas.
The end.
