The brunette Indian woman, her curves accentuated by the golden light of the setting sun, stood at the edge of the cliff, her bare feet sinking into the soft earth. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching the generous swell of her round, firm ass. She was nude, her smooth, bronze skin glowing in the fading light.
She was a vision of beauty, a goddess of the mountains, and he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He approached her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her luscious form. She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his, a small smile playing on her lips.
They didn’t need words. They both knew what they wanted, what they needed. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek, down to her neck, and finally resting on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and licking as he went. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He continued his descent, his lips finding her hard, brown nipples. He sucked and bit, eliciting more moans from the woman in his arms.
His hands continued their exploration, one hand finding its way to her wet, warm pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, fucking her slowly as he continued to suck and bite at her nipples. She was moaning loudly now, her pleasure echoing through the mountains.
He removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, tasting her sweet, musky flavor. She watched him, her eyes heavy with lust.
He turned her around, pushing her against the edge of the cliff. She braced herself, her hands gripping the rough stone. He knelt behind her, his lips finding the curve of her ass. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping her hips.
She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He spread her cheeks, his tongue finding her tight, puckered hole. He licked and probed, preparing her for what was to come.
She was moaning loudly now, her pleasure echoing through the mountains. He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his tip finding her wet, warm pussy.
He pushed inside her, her tight walls gripping him. She gasped, her hips bucking against him. He started to fuck her, slow and deep at first, then faster and harder. She was moaning and gasping, her pleasure building with every thrust.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and pinched, eliciting more moans from the woman in his arms. She was close, her pleasure building to a crescendo.
He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her ass. She moaned louder, her pleasure reaching its peak. She came, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
He followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They stood there, panting and gasping, their bodies slick with sweat.
The sun had set, the mountains now cloaked in darkness. But they didn’t need light. They had each other, and that was enough.
