Whispers in the Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the towering peaks and the woman standing before them. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the fading light. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, reaching the top of her firm, round ass. She was an Indian beauty, a babe in her early twenties with a body that could make any man’s cock twitch.

She stood at the edge of a cliff, her feet sinking into the soft grass beneath her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and listened to the sounds of the wind whistling through the trees and the distant sound of a river rushing through the valley below. She was at peace, free and wild, like the mountains themselves.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She gasped, her heart racing as she felt a hard cock press against her ass. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, seeing the man behind her. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and piercing black eyes. He was also nude, his cock standing at attention, ready to claim her.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine now,” he growled, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

She moaned, her body responding to his touch. She pushed her ass back, grinding against his cock, feeling it twitch in response.

He spun her around, his lips crashing onto hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth, exploring every inch, tasting her sweetness. She responded, her tongue dancing with his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She threw her head back, moaning as he made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching as he teased her nipples, first one, then the other.

He knelt before her, his lips making a trail down her stomach, stopping at her navel to circle it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, guiding him lower.

He spread her legs, his eyes locked onto her pussy. It was wet, glistening in the fading light. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her legs trembling as he licked and sucked her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

He stood up, his cock pressing against her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “I’m going to make you scream,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her back arching as he started to fuck her, hard and fast. She met his thrusts, her hips bucking wildly as he took her.

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her legs trembling as the pleasure built up inside her.

He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her, making her body convulse with pleasure.

He groaned, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum. She moaned, her body still trembling as he pulled out, his cum dripping down her legs.

They stood there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short gasps. The wind whispered through the trees, the mountains watching over them as they stood, spent and satisfied.

The night had fallen, but the memories of their lovemaking would stay with them forever, etched in their minds like the mountains themselves.

close-alt close collapse comment ellipsis expand gallery heart lock menu next pinned previous reply search share star