Whispers in the Wilderness

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pink, orange, and red. High up in the mountains, nestled among the trees, a solitary log cabin stood. Inside, a woman stood in front of the window, admiring the view. She was tall and curvy, with a big, round ass that looked even bigger in the skintight jeans she was wearing. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and she wore a tight, cropped top that showed off her toned abs.

She wasn’t alone in the cabin. A man stood behind her, his hands on her hips. He was tall and muscular, with short, cropped hair and a strong jawline. His eyes were fixed on her ass, and he couldn’t help but run his hands over it, feeling the firmness of her flesh beneath his fingers.

They had met just a few hours earlier, when she had stopped by the cabin to ask for directions. He had offered to show her the way, but they had gotten lost in conversation, and before they knew it, the sun was setting. He had invited her to stay the night, and she had accepted.

They had spent the evening getting to know each other, talking and laughing over dinner. But as the night wore on, the tension between them grew. They found themselves sitting closer and closer, their legs touching under the table. And when he looked into her eyes, he saw a fire burning in their depths.

He had made the first move, kissing her softly on the lips. She had responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. They had stumbled to their feet, their hands all over each other, tearing at each other’s clothes.

Now, they stood in front of the window, their bodies pressed together. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, as he ran his hands over her curves. She moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder.

He reached around, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. She gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. She reached behind her, running her hands over his hard, muscular chest.

He slid his hands down her body, over her hips, and down to her ass. He squeezed it, pulling her closer, his hard cock pressing against her. She moaned, grinding her hips against him.

He reached down, pulling her jeans down over her hips, exposing her bare ass. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He ran his hands over her ass, admiring the softness of her flesh.

He knelt down behind her, his face level with her ass. He kissed it, his tongue snaking out to taste her. She moaned, pushing her hips back, wanting more.

He licked her, his tongue tracing a line from her ass to her pussy. She was already wet, her juices flowing freely. He lapped at her, his tongue delving inside her, tasting her sweetness.

She reached down, grabbing his head, pulling him closer. She ground her hips against his face, wanting more. He sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking at it, driving her wild.

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He pressed it against her pussy, sliding it inside her. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure.

He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers. She moaned, her body moving in time with his. He reached around, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples.

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came again. He groaned, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum.

They stood there, panting and sweating, their bodies still pressed together. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. She turned her head, kissing him softly on the lips.

They stood there, watching the sun set, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had so much more to explore. But for now, they were content to just be in each other’s arms.

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