She, a slender, dark and dreamy eyed, 5 feet 3 inches Indian goddess with dark brown nipples on her perfect 32 C cup breasts. Her dark wavy hair reached till her ample peach buxom which waved side to side perfectly when she walked.
He, a tall dark handsome, with height of 6 feet and an uncut dick with size and girth proportionate to that height. His toned face with a light stubble, brown eyes, huge shoulders and flat stomach made him quite attractive with the ladies. But ever since he had met her, he had forgotten about other girls. Her grace, her charm, and her butt had made him crazy for her.
They hadn’t met in over a month.
The physical longing coupled with Christmas holidays presented a unique opportunity. He booked a vacation for the two of them in Himachal mountains. Back where it all started.
They both got in an airplane from their respective cities, a couple of hours later they were at their private suite at Dharamshala facing the gorgeous view of the Himachal mountains. It’s wrong to say that it was a suite, it was more like a palace. A palace in the the Mountains. She was simply ecstatic when she opened the balcony door. The balcony was huge enough to be called a master bedroom. The balcony floor was fully covered with a beautiful lush carpet. It had sofas on the adjuscent sides, a fridge and even a small kitchen slab with a sink on the left side. It was designed in a way that no matter where you are, you can always see the huge mountains from there.
She was engrossed taking in the breathtaking beauty when she felt his hands on her slim waist.
She was wearing a blue tie-dye spaghetti top with a hint of her ample cleavage with a dark coloured skirt ending above her knees. Her face glowed and her body relaxed in safety with his familiar and strong touch. His hands stayed on her waist for a while as his body came closer to hers. Now she could feel his chest pressing against her back, his crotch was noticeably poking at her butt. She smiled as she wiggled her butt on his bulge. He let out a soft “mmmphhh” before his hands dropped to her hips, and then between her thighs. He could feel she was already wet. He poked his hardness even more as one of his hands went up to choke her neck gently while the other started playing in between her thighs. She was visibly moaning now. As she raised her hands to reach his hair, he could smell the beautiful musky aroma she was exuding, it made him stop and appreciate her beautiful armpits. She turned towards him as soon as he let go and they looked into each other’s eyes. Their eyes contained a lot of emotions – trust, safety, belonging, and an overwhelming sense of lust.
She reached out to caress his growing hardness, he pounced on her lips, parting them to play with her tongue. She quickly got rid of his pants, his soldier was as thick as a cucumber and as hard as a rock. She knew he was famous for his girth and she loved every inch of it. It was freezing cold out there but the heat of their lust was enough for them to not care standing naked on that open balcony. The foreplay went exquisite as he moved down to her nipples. He was gentle in lapping at her boobs but his hands were working their own magic on her butthole. Her weak spot. She felt her orgasm starting as he lubed another finger with his spit and started finger fucking her butthole. Her moans were getting sluttier by the second. He whispered to her “don’t muffle your moans, even the mountains are horny!” Saying this he moved his face between her thighs. His tongue and left hands started making quick work on her clit, his right hands was still busy fucking her butthole. Her thighs squeezed his face between them as she rode the wave of orgasm. Her eyes closed as she screamed in ecstasy, her face covered in lust as she came, watching the mountain peaks glisten with evening sun.
He grinned at her as she lifted his face and kissed him. His mouth was covered with her pussy juices. He raised her arms to smell her again as her hands cupped his balls firmly. At this point his pre-cum was flowing down his thigh in a neat little strings. He then took her back, untied her long wavy hair. With her hands resting on the balcony rail, he made her bend a little and whispered in her ears “babydoll, you love what you see?” Before she could answer the question, she was interrupted by sheer thickness of his meat he put inside her in one swift motion. She could feel him inside, claiming her pussy, stretching it’s walls. He stopped for a couple of seconds with his hardness inside her. He brought his face forward to kiss her on her cheeks, put his right hands firmly across her neck and said “you are mine”!
The only sounds for next couple of minutes were birds chirping and his balls slapping on her ass, and her moans, no, screams due to sheer pounding she was getting. His grip, the power in his thrusts, his strong legs made her feel as if she was getting pounded by a horse. He showed no signs of fatigue even though he had started sweating. His hands reached out to her boobs, which were dangling with every thrust. Her dark brown nipples got more attention from him, he clamped them between his thumb and fingers, and stretched them more. She was practically drooling having been handled like a bitch.
The sun was about to set, the glistening peaks of mountains matched with her glistening pussy as he lied down on the carpet and made her sit on top. She noticed the sunset while riding him like a cowgirl and pulled his torso up. It had to be the best sunset in their lives, watching the sun set into the mountains while being physically fused to each other. His thrusts got harder as he approached orgasm. His hands came together on her neck choking her, his pace increased, she dug her nails on his back demanding him to cum. His loud moan echoed in the mountains as she felt warm gushes of his cum filling her pussy.
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