The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Indian mountains in a warm, golden glow. A young brunette woman stood at the edge of a cliff, her long, dark hair whipping around her face in the cool evening breeze. She was completely nude, her curves on full display for anyone who might happen upon her. But there was no one around for miles.
She was a vision of beauty, with her full, round ass and toned legs. She had come to the mountains to escape the hustle and bustle of city life, to find some peace and solitude. And she had found it, in this quiet, secluded spot.
She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a handsome Indian man approaching her. He was tall and muscular, with dark, piercing eyes. He was also naked, his cock hard and ready for her.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am the mountain spirit,” he said, his voice deep and seductive. “And I have come to claim you as my own.”
She hesitated for a moment, but something about him called to her. She wanted him, needed him. And so she let him take her, right there on the edge of the cliff, with the mountains as their witness.
He started by kissing her neck, his lips hot and urgent against her skin. She moaned as he made his way down to her breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. She ran her fingers through his hair as he worshipped her body, his hands roaming over her curves.
He moved down to her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She gasped as he spread her cheeks apart and ran his tongue over her asshole. She had never been touched there before, but it felt good, so good.
He moved back up to her pussy, his tongue delving into her folds. She cried out as he flicked her clit, the sensation building inside her until she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Please,” she begged, wanting more.
He stood up and positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She pushed back, wanting him inside her. He entered her slowly, filling her up completely.
He started to thrust, hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned and cried out, her voice echoing off the mountains.
“Yes, yes, oh god, yes,” she shouted as she came, her orgasm ripping through her.
He continued to thrust, chasing his own release. She could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling inside her.
“Cum for me,” she whispered, and he did, filling her up with his hot, sticky load.
They stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before collapsing onto the ground. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their passion.
As the night fell, they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, the mountains standing tall and proud above them. They had found each other in the most unexpected of places, and they would never forget this night, this moment, in the Indian mountains.
