In the heart of the vast, untamed wilderness, far from the prying eyes of civilization, lived a woman of unparalleled beauty and grace. She was an Indian beauty, with caramel skin that glowed in the sunlight, and a luxurious mane of raven hair that cascaded down her back. Her most striking feature, however, was her magnificent derriere, so large and round that it seemed to have a gravitational pull all its own. She was a goddess, a vision of loveliness, and she knew it.
She spent her days in solitude, exploring the rugged terrain and basking in the freedom of the great outdoors. She was one with nature, and she reveled in the feeling of the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair. She was a creature of the earth, and she wore her nudity as proudly as she wore her heritage.
One day, as she was making her way through the dense underbrush, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned to see a man, his body lean and toned, his eyes filled with desire. He was an outsider, a stranger to these lands, but there was something about him that drew her to him.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, and when he was close enough, he reached out and touched her face. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his rough fingers on her soft skin, and when she opened them again, she saw that he was completely naked.
He took her hand and led her to a secluded spot, a small clearing in the midst of the trees, and when they reached it, he turned to her and took her in his arms. She melted into him, her body molding to his, and they stood there for a moment, lost in each other.
He began to kiss her, his lips hot and insistent on hers, and she responded with equal passion. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, and she could feel her arousal growing with each passing moment.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking, and she moaned with pleasure. He moved to her breasts, taking first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth and sucking hard. She gasped, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and when he reached her mound, he paused. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy with desire, and she saw him smile. He parted her lips with his fingers, and she felt his breath on her most sensitive spot.
He began to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep inside her, and she cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure. He brought her to the brink again and again, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, he stopped.
