In the quiet town of Evergreen, lived a rugged and handsome man named Mountain. He was known for his muscular physique, a result of years of hard labor in the logging industry. His chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes were enough to make any woman swoon. But Mountain had his eyes set on one woman in particular, a fiery redhead named Hair.
Hair was a fiercely independent woman, who owned a popular salon in town. She had a quick wit and a sharp tongue, which only added to her allure. Despite Mountain’s advances, Hair had always kept him at arm’s length. That was until one fateful night, when Mountain walked into Hair’s salon for a much-needed haircut.
As Mountain took a seat in Hair’s chair, he could feel the tension between them. Hair’s fingers brushed against his neck as she began to cut his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Mountain couldn’t help but feel a growing desire for Hair, and it seemed as though she felt the same.
Without a word, Hair led Mountain to the back room of the salon. She pushed him against the wall, pressing her body against his. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Hair ran her fingers through Mountain’s hair, pulling him closer.
Mountain’s hands roamed Hair’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Hair let out a soft moan as Mountain’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She was already wet, ready for Mountain’s cock.
Mountain lifted Hair’s legs around his waist, entering her in one swift motion. They moaned in unison as Mountain began to thrust deeper and harder. Hair’s nails dug into Mountain’s back as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Just as Mountain was about to cum, Hair whispered in his ear, “I want to taste you.” Mountain pulled out, and Hair dropped to her knees. She took Mountain’s cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Mountain let out a low growl as Hair sucked him deeper, bringing him to the brink of orgasm.
With one final thrust, Mountain came hard in Hair’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste. They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent and satisfied.
From that day forward, Mountain and Hair were inseparable. They explored each other’s bodies in every way imaginable, always seeking new heights of pleasure. And though they had their fair share of ups and downs, their love for each other never wavered.
