In the heart of the Himalayas, a woman named Priya sought solace from the world. She was an Indian brunette, with curves in all the right places. Her ass, in particular, was a thing of beauty – big and round, just begging to be touched.
Priya had always been drawn to the mountains. She loved the way they made her feel small and insignificant, yet also powerful and capable. She liked to hike for hours, sometimes even days, until she found the perfect spot to set up camp. And then she would strip off her clothes and revel in the freedom of being naked in the great outdoors.
One day, as she was exploring a particularly remote part of the mountain range, she stumbled upon a hidden hot spring. The water was steaming and inviting, and Priya couldn’t resist the urge to slip in. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment as the warm water enveloped her body.
But she wasn’t alone.
A man appeared out of nowhere, as if summoned by Priya’s presence. He was tall and muscular, with chiseled features and piercing eyes. He introduced himself as Ravi, a fellow mountain lover.
Priya was wary at first, but there was something about Ravi that made her feel safe. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with a mixture of desire and reverence. Or maybe it was the way he moved, with a grace and confidence that was impossible to ignore.
Whatever it was, Priya found herself drawn to Ravi. And before she knew it, they were tangled up in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their foreplay was slow and sensual. Ravi started by kissing Priya’s neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
Priya moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching down to touch herself. She was already wet, her pussy aching for Ravi’s touch.
