The sun began to set behind the towering mountains, casting a warm glow on the small cabin nestled in the valley. The brunette woman, Smita, stood on the porch, admiring the view. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places, her most notable feature being her round, firm ass. She wore only a sheer robe, her full breasts and shapely hips on display.
Smita heard a rustling in the bushes and turned to see a handsome stranger emerging from the forest. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He introduced himself as Jack, a wanderer passing through these parts.
Despite the initial awkwardness, Smita invited Jack inside for a drink. As they talked, they found themselves drawn to each other. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off Smita’s full figure, and Smita was intrigued by this rugged stranger.
Their conversation became more heated, and soon they were kissing passionately. Jack’s hands roamed over Smita’s body, squeezing her ass and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe. Smita moaned, feeling herself getting wetter by the second.
They moved to the bedroom, shedding their clothes as they went. Jack marveled at Smita’s curves, her luscious ass and full breasts. He knelt behind her, kissing the small of her back and running his hands over her ass. Smita gasped as Jack’s fingers found her wet pussy, teasing her clit and sliding two fingers inside her.
Smita pushed back against Jack, grinding her ass against his cock. She was ready for him, and Jack didn’t hesitate. He entered her from behind, filling her completely. Smita cried out, her pussy gripping Jack’s cock as he began to thrust.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Jack reached around to squeeze Smita’s breasts, pinching her nipples as she moaned with pleasure.
As they fucked, the mountains outside watched, as if sharing in their secret. The wind whispered through the trees, adding its own voice to their moans and sighs.
Smita felt herself getting close to orgasm, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock. Jack felt it too, and he picked up the pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust.
Smita came with a cry, her pussy flooding with warmth as she shook with pleasure. Jack followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Jack wrapped his arms around Smita, pulling her close. They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their breaths mingling as the mountains looked on.
As the night fell, they knew that this was a moment they would never forget. A moment of passion and pleasure in the heart of the mountains, a memory that would stay with them forever.
