In the heart of the Himalayas, a small village nestled among the towering peaks was home to a woman of unparalleled beauty. Her name was Myra, an Indian brunette with a big, round ass that men couldn’t resist. She was often seen working in the fields, her back view a sight to behold. The villagers whispered about her, their eyes filled with desire.
One day, a young traveler named Ravi arrived in the village. He was a handsome man, with a muscular build and a charming smile. Myra, who had never seen such an attractive man before, couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Ravi, too, was captivated by Myra’s beauty.
Their attraction was palpable, and it wasn’t long before they found themselves alone in the fields. Myra, her heart pounding with desire, turned to face Ravi. She looked into his eyes, and in that moment, she knew that she wanted him.
Ravi, unable to resist Myra’s seductive gaze, moved closer to her. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and leaned in to kiss her. Myra responded with equal passion, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.
Ravi’s hands wandered down Myra’s body, coming to rest on her full, round ass. He squeezed it gently, causing Myra to moan with pleasure. She reached down and began to undo Ravi’s pants, freeing his rock-hard cock.
Without a word, Myra dropped to her knees and took Ravi’s cock into her mouth. She sucked and stroked it, her tongue exploring every inch of him. Ravi let out a low groan as Myra’s mouth worked its magic.
Myra then stood up and turned around, bending over and exposing her bare ass. Ravi, his cock throbbing with desire, entered her from behind. They moved together in a rhythmic dance, their moans of pleasure echoing through the mountains.
Ravi’s fingers found Myra’s clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles. Myra’s moans grew louder as she neared orgasm. Ravi, feeling himself close to the edge, picked up the pace.
With a loud cry, Myra came, her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock. Ravi followed soon after, his cum spilling deep inside her.
They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies spent and satisfied. As they lay there, the mountains watched over them, the whispers of the villagers forgotten in the face of their passion.
