Whispers in the Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Indian mountains. A young woman, Aisha, stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her curves illuminated by the fading light. Her heart raced as she heard a rustling behind her. She turned around to see a handsome stranger, his eyes locked onto her.

Aisha’s breath hitched as she took in his chiseled features and toned body. He approached her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he traced a finger down her arm.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I am Arjun, a wanderer of these mountains,” he replied, his voice deep and soothing. “And you, Aisha, are a vision of beauty.”

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Aisha responded eagerly, her body melting against his. His hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.

Arjun trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. Aisha moaned, her hands reaching for his cock. She stroked him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.

Arjun’s fingers found her wet and ready. He circled her clit, teasing her. Aisha gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. She begged for more, her voice hoarse with desire.

Arjun obliged, sliding a finger inside her. Aisha cried out, her muscles clenching around him. He added another finger, stretching her. Aisha moaned, her head thrown back.

Arjun knelt behind her, his tongue tracing a path down her ass. He spread her cheeks, his tongue delving into her. Aisha moaned, her hips grinding against his face.

Arjun stood, positioning himself behind her. He guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her. Aisha pushed back, taking him in. Arjun groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

He began to thrust, each stroke deeper than the last. Aisha cried out, her fingers digging into the dirt. Arjun’s pace quickened, his balls slapping against her ass.

Aisha reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed herself, her orgasm building. Arjun’s thrusts grew erratic, his own release close.

Aisha came first, her muscles clenching around Arjun’s cock. He followed soon after, his cum filling her. They collapsed onto the ground, their bodies spent.

As the stars began to twinkle above, Arjun and Aisha lay in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined. They knew they would have to part ways soon, but for now, they were content in their own little world, high up in the Indian mountains.

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