Savita Bhabhi Cartoon: Her Pussy Takes My Cock All Night

Meera dropped onto the couch beside Kabir, kicked her sandals off, and pulled his laptop onto her knees before he could even protest. "One episode," she said, grinning at him over the screen. "You promised we would finally watch that savita bhabhi cartoon you keep talking about." Kabir laughed and reached for the charger while she hit play.

The cartoon opened with bright colours and a teasing female voice, and Meera snorted into her hand within a minute. "She talks like she owns the whole building," Meera said, nudging Kabir with her elbow. Kabir nodded, but he was already watching Meera more than the screen. Her smile had turned properly mischievous.

"Wait," Meera said, pausing the video and turning to face him fully. "If she can be that bold, why are you always so polite with me?" Kabir opened his mouth, then closed it again, because her hand had landed on his knee and stayed there. "I am not complaining," she added softly, "I am just saying, tonight I want to play Savita."

Kabir felt his pulse jump. "You want to play her?" he asked, and Meera nodded slowly. "Sari, attitude, the whole thing," she whispered. "You just have to be the lucky neighbour who knocks at the wrong time." She stood up before he could answer and walked toward his bedroom with a sway he had never seen from her before.

She came back ten minutes later wearing a deep red sari he had never seen, borrowed from her own bag, draped low and loose. Her hair was pinned up, a few strands falling against her neck, and she had lined her eyes dark. "Well?" she asked, hands on her hips. "Does Savita bhabhi look ready, or should I go back and fix something?" Kabir stood up so fast the laptop nearly slid off the couch.

"You look," he said, and then stopped, because no single word felt big enough. Meera laughed, low and pleased, and walked past him close enough that the silk of the sari brushed his arm. "Then knock," she said over her shoulder. "A neighbour does not just walk in, Kabir. He knocks, and he waits, and he hopes she opens the door."

Kabir played along, stepping out into the passage of his flat and knocking twice on the bedroom door frame. Meera opened it with one hand on the wood, pretending surprise. "Oh," she said, her voice dropping into that teasing cartoon tone. "It is you. I thought you had forgotten the way to my flat." She let him in and closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded much louder than it was.

"I brought nothing, no excuse at all," Kabir said, holding up his empty hands. Meera smiled and walked him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. "Good," she said. "Excuses are boring. Sit down." He sat, and she stood between his knees, slowly unwinding the end of her sari from her shoulder and letting it fall to the floor in a red pool around her feet.

Under the sari she wore a black blouse that clung to her breasts and a petticoat tied low on her hips. Kabir reached for her waist, but Meera caught his wrists and held them. "Not yet, Savita decides when," she whispered. "First you watch." She ran her own hands slowly over her blouse, cupping her breasts through the fabric, and watched his face while she did it.

"Meera," he groaned, and she put one finger against his lips. "Tonight I am Savita, say it," she said. Kabir swallowed hard. "Savita," he said, and her smile widened. "Good boy," she murmured, and then she leaned down and kissed him, slow at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against his while her hands finally freed his wrists and slid into his hair.

The kiss turned hungry fast. Kabir pulled her closer by the waist, and Meera climbed onto his lap, straddling him, the petticoat bunching around her thighs. She rocked gently against him, feeling how hard he already was through his jeans, and she laughed softly against his mouth. "Someone is excited," she teased. "And we have not even started properly yet."

Kabir slid his hands under her blouse from below, finding warm skin and the clasp of her bra. Meera arched and kissed his neck. "Take it off," she whispered. "Slowly. I want to feel every second of it." He undid the small hooks one by one, and when the bra loosened, she let it slide down her arms and fall onto the bed.

Her breasts were full and bare in front of him, nipples already tight from the cool air and his touch. Kabir cupped one breast in each hand, squeezing gently, then bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Meera gasped and gripped his hair, holding him there. "Yes," she breathed. "Just like that, do not stop." He sucked slowly, then flicked his tongue across the tip until she was squirming on his lap.

He moved to her other breast and gave it the same slow attention, sucking and licking while his hands roamed down to her hips. "Kabir," she whispered, "I need more." She stood up from his lap, unsteady, and pulled him to his feet, her hands already working at his shirt buttons.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and ran her palms across his chest, then down to his stomach, her nails scratching lightly. Kabir kissed her throat while she undid his belt. She pushed his jeans and underwear down together, and his cock sprang free, hard and thick, already wet at the tip. Meera wrapped her hand around it without hesitation.

"Look at you," she said, stroking him slowly from base to tip, her thumb smearing the wetness around the head. Kabir groaned and thrust gently into her hand. "Meera, if you keep doing that, I will not last." She grinned up at him. "Then I had better be quick, had I not?" She sank to her knees in front of him, still holding him, and looked up with that same mischievous smile.

She licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip, and Kabir's knees nearly buckled. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, swirling her tongue around it. Meera took more of him in, inch by inch, until he was deep in her warm mouth, and she hummed softly around him, the vibration making him shudder.

"Fuck, Meera," he gasped, and she pulled back just enough to grin. "Language, neighbour," she teased, and then took him deep again, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, her hand stroking what her mouth could not reach. Kabir watched her, completely undone, her dark lined eyes looking up at him while she sucked him with growing hunger. He felt the pressure building fast and pulled her up by the arms.

"Not like this," he said, his voice rough. "Not yet. I want you on the bed." Meera laughed and let him guide her backward until she fell onto the mattress, her sari petticoat still tangled around her legs. Kabir climbed after her and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her lips, while his hands worked the drawstring of her petticoat loose. She lifted her hips, and he slid the fabric down her legs and tossed it aside.

She lay before him in only a pair of small black panties, her body flushed and her chest rising fast. Kabir kissed down her stomach, slow and deliberate, pausing to nip at her hip bones. When his mouth reached the edge of her panties, she lifted her hips again, silently begging, and he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down her thighs.

Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the lamplight, and Kabir groaned at the sight. He spread her thighs wider and kissed her inner thigh, then another spot closer, teasing her until she was wriggling. "Kabir, please," she whispered. "Stop teasing." He finally pressed his mouth to her pussy and licked one long, slow stroke through her folds, and Meera cried out, her back arching off the bed.

He licked her again and again, steady and hungry, his tongue circling her clit, then dipping lower to taste how wet she was. "Yes, yes, right there," she gasped. "Do not stop, please do not stop." Kabir sucked gently on her clit, flicking his tongue fast, and her whole body trembled.

He slid one finger inside her while his tongue kept working, and she was so wet and tight that he groaned against her skin. He added a second finger, curling them slowly, pressing against the spot that made her gasp. Meera's breathing turned ragged, her thighs shaking around his head. "I am going to," she whispered, and then she came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her cry muffled by her own hand over her mouth.

Kabir kept licking her softly through the aftershocks until she pushed weakly at his head, too sensitive to take more. He kissed her thigh and crawled up beside her, and Meera turned to him with shining eyes and a dazed smile. "That was," she said, catching her breath, "definitely better than the cartoon." Kabir laughed and kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips and kissed him harder.

"My turn," she whispered, rolling him onto his back and climbing on top of him. She positioned herself over his cock, still hard and aching, and rubbed the head slowly through her wet folds. Kabir gripped her hips, watching her face. "Meera," he warned, but she only smiled and sank down onto him in one slow movement, taking him fully inside her.

They both groaned at the feeling. Her pussy was warm and tight around him, and she sat still for a moment, just feeling him fill her completely. Then she began to move, rising and falling slowly, her hands flat on his chest. Kabir thrust up to meet her, and the rhythm built between them, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her hair coming loose around her face.

"Faster," she whispered, and Kabir gripped her hips harder, driving up into her as she rode him. The bed creaked under them, and the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Meera threw her head back, her mouth open, her moans growing louder. "Yes, Kabir, yes, fuck me like that," she cried, and he answered by thrusting deeper, hitting the spot that made her gasp every time.

She leaned forward and kissed him messily, her breasts pressing against his chest, and he rolled them both over without breaking apart, pinning her beneath him. Meera wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Kabir drove into her with long, powerful strokes, and she met every one, her nails scratching down his back, her voice rising with every thrust.

"I am close again, do not stop, do not you dare stop," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. Kabir kept pounding into her, faster now, his own climax building hard. Meera cried out as her second orgasm hit her, her pussy clenching tight around his cock, her whole body shaking under him. The tight pulsing pushed him over the edge, and he came deep inside her with a long groan, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her.

They lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, his cock still softening inside her. Meera traced lazy patterns on his chest with one finger. "So, does the neighbour get to stay the night, or does Savita throw him out?" she said, finally finding her voice. Kabir laughed weakly and kissed her forehead. "He stays," he said. "He is not going anywhere."