In the heart of the Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman named Anjali. She was a striking figure, with an ample, round bottom and long, dark hair that cascaded down her back. Anjali was known for her beauty and her love of the outdoors, often exploring the mountainside wearing nothing but her own skin.
One day, while basking in the sun on a rocky outcrop, Anjali caught the eye of Ravi, a young man from a neighboring village. He was captivated by her beauty and her independence, and felt a strong desire to know her better.
Ravi began making regular visits to Anjali’s village, bringing gifts of fresh fruit and vegetables from his family’s farm. At first, Anjali was hesitant to accept his advances, but Ravi’s persistence and kindness eventually won her over.
One evening, as they sat watching the sun set over the mountains, Ravi leaned in and kissed Anjali. She responded eagerly, her body melting against his. They explored each other’s mouths, their tongues dancing together as they grew more and more aroused.
Ravi’s hands wandered down Anjali’s back, coming to rest on her generous hips. He squeezed and caressed her flesh, causing Anjali to moan softly. She reached behind and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him closer still.
Breaking their kiss, Ravi trailed his lips down Anjali’s neck, nibbling and licking at her sensitive skin. Anjali arched her back, offering herself up to him. Ravi took the opportunity to slip his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.
He began to rub her clit in slow circles, causing Anjali to gasp and writhe beneath him. She begged him for more, and Ravi was happy to oblige. He slipped a finger inside of her, then two, curling them upwards to hit her G-spot.
Anjali cried out in pleasure, her orgasm building inside of her. Ravi continued to finger her, his other hand tweaking and pinching her nipples. Anjali was in heaven, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. Anjali came hard, her juices flowing freely over Ravi’s fingers. He continued to finger her through her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
When Anjali had finally come down from her high, Ravi pulled his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. Anjali watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
Ravi leaned in and kissed her again, his cock hard and aching against her thigh. Anjali reached down and stroked him through his pants, causing Ravi to groan with pleasure.
Breaking their kiss, Ravi stood up and stripped off his clothes. Anjali did the same, her eyes never leaving his body. She admired his toned abs and muscular thighs, but it was his cock that really caught her attention.
Ravi was well-endowed, his cock standing at attention and begging to be touched. Anjali wrapped her hand around him, giving him a slow, sensual stroke. Ravi threw his head back and moaned, his hips thrusting forward in time with her hand.
Anjali dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his cock. She licked her lips, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Ravi’s hands went to her head, guiding her as she sucked him deeper and deeper.
Anjali worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Ravi was in heaven, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked her mouth.
But he didn’t want to cum yet. Ravi pulled away, his cock glistening with Anjali’s saliva. He helped her to her feet and led her to a nearby blanket, where they lay down and began to explore each other’s bodies in earnest.
Ravi kissed and licked every inch of Anjali’s body, from her full breasts to her plump ass. Anjali did the same, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles and the curve of his cock.
Finally, they were both ready. Ravi positioned himself between Anjali’s legs, his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. Anjali looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
Ravi pushed forward, his cock sliding into Anjali’s wet and welcoming pussy. They both moaned with pleasure as he filled her up, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
Ravi began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Anjali met him stroke for stroke, her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him deeper inside of her.
They fucked like this for what felt like hours, their bodies slick with sweat and their moans echoing through the mountains. Finally, Ravi couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled out of Anjali’s pussy and came hard, his cum shooting out in long, white streams.
Anjali watched him, her own orgasm building inside of her. She reached down and began to rub her clit, her fingers moving in fast circles as she chased her own pleasure.
Ravi collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. Anjali continued to rub herself, her climax building and building until she finally came, her juices flowing freely over her fingers.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, as the mountains watched over them. And in that moment, they knew that they were meant to be together, forever intertwined in the dance of love and pleasure.
