In the heart of the mountains, where the air was thin and the wildflowers bloomed in vibrant colors, lived a woman named Isolde. She was a creature of solitude, with wild, untamed hair that cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall. Her hips were full and wide, carrying her through the dense forest with a grace that belied her strength.
One day, as Isolde was gathering firewood near the base of the mountain, she came across a stranger. He was tall and lean, with a mop of curly hair and piercing blue eyes. His name was Cedric, a traveler from a distant land, who had lost his way in the vast wilderness.
Isolde took pity on the lost stranger and offered him shelter in her home, a small cabin nestled deep within the forest. As the night fell, a spark ignited between them, a connection that neither could deny.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they explored each other’s bodies. Cedric’s hands wandered down to Isolde’s hips, pulling her closer as they kissed. Isolde let out a soft moan, her hands running through Cedric’s curly hair.
Cedric trailed kisses down Isolde’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe as he made his way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, teasing her nipples with his fingers before taking them into his mouth. Isolde arched her back, letting out a soft gasp as he sucked and licked her nipples.
Cedric’s hand wandered down Isolde’s body, finding its way to her wet and eager pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him as he explored her depths. Isolde moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he added a second finger.
Cedric’s fingers were slick with Isolde’s wetness, and he used it to circle her clit. Isolde cried out, her back arching as she rode the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Cedric continued to stroke her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
Isolde’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her muscles clenching around Cedric’s fingers as she cried out his name. Cedric continued to stroke her clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she begged him to stop.
Cedric positioned himself behind Isolde, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, feeling her wetness coat him. Isolde pushed back against him, letting out a soft moan as he slid inside her.
Cedric’s thrusts were slow and deep, filling Isolde completely. She moaned with every stroke, her hips meeting his as they moved together. Cedric reached around, finding Isolde’s clit and stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Isolde’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her muscles clenching around Cedric’s cock as she cried out his name. Cedric followed her over the edge, his own orgasm sending him spiraling into bliss.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. Isolde’s hair was wild and tangled, her hips still carrying the marks of their lovemaking. Cedric lay beside her, his hand resting on her hip as they drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their lovemaking still lingering in the air.
