The sun dipped below the horizon as the brunette woman, clad only in a sheer sari, made her way up the rocky path. She was a creature of the mountains, her skin bronzed from years of exposure to the harsh sun. Her buttocks were full and firm, a testament to her hardy lifestyle. She moved with a grace and confidence that belied her humble origins.
At the top of the hill, she found him. A handsome Indian man, his chiseled chest and abs glistening with sweat from his exertions. He looked up as she approached, his dark eyes taking in her curves with a hunger that made her shiver.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I did,” she replied, her own voice betraying a hint of nervousness. She had heard stories of this man, of his prowess in bed and his insatiable appetite for women. She had come prepared, her body slick with oil, her nipples hard with anticipation.
He stood, his cock already stiffening in his pants. He crossed the distance between them in two strides, pulling her to him with a roughness that made her gasp. His lips found hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a hunger that she matched.
His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her own hands reaching for his belt, pulling it open with a urgency that made him smile.
His cock sprang free, long and thick and ready. She sank to her knees, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock with a eagerness that made him groan. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her fingers massaging his balls.
He tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her rhythm, setting the pace. She took him deep, her throat opening to accommodate him, her moans of pleasure vibrating around his cock.
He pulled her to her feet, his lips finding hers once more. His hands roamed her body, cupping her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. She moaned into his mouth, her own hands reaching for his cock, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy.
He thrust into her, hard and deep, making her gasp with pleasure. He set a fast, rough pace, his hips pistoning in and out of hers. She matched him, her own hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
Their moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. He reached between them, finding her clit, rubbing it with a skill that made her scream with pleasure.
She came, hard and fast, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking it. He followed her, his cock pulsing deep inside her, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies spent, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sun had set completely, the stars twinkling in the sky above them.
“That was…incredible,” she panted, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweat-slicked skin. “We should do it again sometime.”
She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I thought you’d never ask.”
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the cool mountain air caressing their sweat-dampened skin. The whispers of the wind mingled with their soft sighs, a symphony of pleasure and contentment.
The night was theirs, and they would make the most of it. For now, they were one, their bodies entwined, their souls connected. And nothing else mattered.
