In the remote reaches of the Indian Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Parvati. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back and a voluptuous figure that was the envy of every woman in the village. Her most distinctive feature, however, was her ample, round derriere, which was the subject of many a whispered conversation among the village men.
One day, a young traveler named Aryan arrived in the village. He was a handsome man, with chiseled features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was immediately drawn to Parvati, and she to him. They would often steal glances at each other, their attraction growing stronger with each passing day.
One evening, after the villagers had retired to their homes, Aryan found himself alone with Parvati. They sat together in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze. Aryan, unable to contain himself any longer, reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Parvati’s face. She looked at him, her dark eyes filled with desire, and leaned in closer.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Aryan’s hands wandered down Parvati’s back, coming to rest on her generous hips. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together, and Parvati could feel his growing arousal against her.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Aryan,” she whispered, “I want you.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He stood, taking Parvati’s hand and leading her to a secluded spot behind a nearby building. They were hidden from view, but Parvati could still see the excitement in Aryan’s eyes.
He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Parvati moaned, her head falling back as Aryan’s lips found her neck. He kissed and nibbled, his teeth gently scraping against her sensitive skin.
Parvati’s hands were busy too, she reached down and began to stroke Aryan’s hard cock through his pants. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she squeezed and stroked him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Parvati’s skirt, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He circled her clit, teasing her, before plunging two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned, her head thrown back as he fucked her with his fingers.
But Aryan wanted more. He wanted to be inside her. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and, taking a moment to admire the view of her big, round ass, he positioned himself behind her.
He guided his cock to her entrance and, with one swift thrust, he was inside her. Parvati cried out, her pussy clenching around him as he filled her. He started to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked her hard from behind.
Parvati reached back, her fingers tangling in Aryan’s hair as he pounded into her. She could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building deep inside her.
Aryan could feel it too. He could feel Parvati’s pussy tightening around him, her moans growing louder. He knew she was close, and he wanted to take her over the edge. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.
Parvati cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around Aryan’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Aryan couldn’t hold back any longer, he thrust deep inside her one last time and came, filling her with his seed.
They stood there, panting and sweating, as their orgasms subsided. Aryan pulled out of Parvati and, turning her around, he kissed her deeply, his hands cradling her face.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered.
“I’ve wanted you too,” Parvati replied, her arms wrapped around his neck.
They stood there, lost in each other, as the moonlight bathed them in its soft glow.
The end.
