The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the peaks in a brilliant orange glow. The air was thin and crisp in the Himalayas, and the rustling of leaves filled the silence.
Naina, an Indian woman with long, dark hair and a voluptuous figure, wandered along the mountain trail. Her heart raced as she heard a twig snap behind her, but when she turned, she saw no one.
“Hello?” she called out, her voice echoing through the valley.
A deep voice answered from the shadows. “Naina, it’s me, Aryan.”
Aryan, a fellow trekker with a muscular build and a contagious smile, stepped out from the trees. Naina’s heart fluttered as she admired his chiseled abs and strong arms.
“Aryan, I didn’t know you were here,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
Aryan approached her, his eyes locked on hers. “I couldn’t resist the mountains any longer,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Naina’s face.
Their eyes met, and the tension between them was palpable. Naina felt a shiver run down her spine as Aryan leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
Their kiss deepened, and Naina’s hands explored Aryan’s muscular back. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They stumbled towards a secluded spot, their lips never parting.
Aryan laid Naina down on the soft grass, and his lips trailed down her neck. Naina moaned as he nibbled on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.
Aryan’s hands roamed over Naina’s body, squeezing her ample breasts and pinching her nipples. Naina arched her back, urging him on.
Aryan’s lips found Naina’s nipples, and he sucked on them hard. Naina cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Aryan’s hand made its way down Naina’s body, and he slipped his fingers into her wet pussy. Naina moaned as he explored her depths, her hips bucking against his hand.
Aryan positioned himself between Naina’s legs, his cock stiff and ready. He teased her entrance, and Naina begged him to enter her.
“Please, Aryan, fuck me,” she moaned.
