The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. High up in the mountains, a solitary figure stood, taking in the breathtaking view. The figure was a woman, her skin a rich shade of brown, her long black hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her curves on full display. Her ass, round and firm, was a sight to behold. She was the epitome of raw, untamed beauty.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned around. A man, an Indian, emerged from the trees. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She smiled, her full lips curling upwards. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
She closed the distance between them, her hips swaying gently. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscled chest. He shivered at her touch, his breath hitching. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
He groaned, his hands reaching out to grab her. She stepped back, a playful smile on her face. She wanted to tease him, to make him beg for it. She trailed her fingers down his chest, stopping just above his waistline. She could feel his erection, hard and ready.
She knelt down, her eyes never leaving his. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He threw his head back, a low moan escaping his lips. She took him deeper, her lips stretching wide. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She wanted to make him cum, to feel him release inside her mouth.
But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him thrusting deep within her. She stood up, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness, hot and throbbing, against her stomach. She reached down, guiding him inside her.
They moaned in unison, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back.
Their moans echoed through the mountains, drowning out the sounds of the wind and the trees. She could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more urgent. She urged him on, her nails digging into his back.
And then, he came. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his warmth filling her up. She moaned, her body shuddering in pleasure. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected.
And then, they pulled apart, their bodies slick with sweat. They dressed, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. They would do this again, and again.
As they descended the mountain, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of purple and blue. It was the end of another day, but for them, it was just the beginning.
