Savita Bhabhi Comics: Savita Bhabhi's Pussy Takes Rohan's Cock All Night in Delhi

The smell hit Savita before Rohan even opened the studio door properly, fresh ink and old paper and the faint sweet dust of Savita Bhabhi Comics stacked in tall piles near the window. She stood in the doorway of his second floor studio in their Delhi neighbourhood with a cloth bag full of borrowed comics pressed against her hip, and her breath caught at how warm and close the room felt. Rohan laughed from behind his drawing table and told her to come in before the smell escaped into the stairwell and made the whole building curious.

Savita was thirty two and she had lived in the same block for six years, a homemaker who knew every shopkeeper by name and every neighbour by their gossip, but this small studio was the one place where she felt like herself. She set the bag down on a low stool and ran her fingers over the glossy cover of the top comic, feeling the slight roughness of the print under her thumb. Rohan watched her hands instead of the comic, and when she looked up he did not look away.

You read these like you mean them, he said, and his voice was lower than it had been in the corridor. Savita smiled and told him that comics had been her secret pleasure since she was a girl, long before marriage and cooking and the dull routine of her flat across the lane. Rohan stood up and came around the table, and the space between them filled with the hum of the ceiling fan and the sharp clean smell of a fresh ink bottle he had just opened.

He showed her his own pages first, rough panels of a woman with bold eyes and a confident smile, drawn in thick black lines that looked almost alive on the white paper. Savita leaned closer and the sleeve of her kurti brushed his forearm, and neither of them moved back. She asked why his heroine always looked so hungry for life, and Rohan said it was because he drew the women he wished he could meet in real rooms like this one.

She told him she liked the way he inked a woman's waist, slow and sure, and Rohan said he had been practising on her face in his sketchbook for weeks. Savita's breath quickened and she asked to see it, and he pulled a bound sketchbook from under a pile of paper and opened it to a page where her eyes stared back at her. The drawing was tender and shameless at once, and she felt her nipples tighten under her blouse as she stared at her own sketched smile.

Rohan stepped closer until she could smell the ink on his hands and the soap on his neck, and he asked if he could kiss her like he had imagined while drawing that page. Savita nodded before the question was fully out, and his mouth found hers, soft at first and then hungry, tasting of water and heat. She kissed him back with a hunger she had kept locked away for years, her hands sliding up into his hair and pulling him closer against her body.

His hands moved to her waist and then up along her ribs, and Savita arched into his touch as his thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts through her kurti. She whispered his name against his lips and Rohan lifted her kurti slowly, his eyes asking permission at every inch, and she raised her arms to help him pull it over her head. Her blouse followed, and then her bra, and she stood bare breasted in the warm studio light while he looked at her like she was his favourite panel come alive.

Rohan bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and then harder, while his hand cupped her other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. Savita gasped and clutched his shoulders, her head falling back as pleasure shot straight down between her legs. She could feel her pussy growing wet against her salwar, and she pressed her hips forward, silently begging for more of his mouth and his hands.

He kissed down her stomach, his tongue tracing a slow line to her navel, and his fingers worked at the drawstring of her salwar until it loosened and slid down her legs. Savita stepped out of it and stood in only her panties, trembling with want, and Rohan hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them down too. He knelt in front of her and breathed warm air over her bare pussy, and she spread her legs a little wider without thinking.

His tongue found her clit and licked in slow circles, and Savita cried out and grabbed his hair, her knees weakening as the pleasure built fast and sharp. He licked her folds and sucked her clit, sliding one finger inside her wet pussy and then a second, pumping gently while his tongue kept working. Savita came with a loud moan that echoed off the studio walls, her whole body shaking as her juices coated his fingers and his chin.

She pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his mouth, and her hands went to his shirt and tore at the buttons until his chest was bare. Rohan kicked off his jeans and his underwear, and his cock sprang free, hard and thick and already leaking at the tip. Savita wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly, watching his face tighten with pleasure, and then she sank to her knees on the studio rug and took him into her mouth.

She sucked his cock deep, her tongue swirling around the head and her hand working the shaft, while Rohan groaned and tangled his hands in her long hair. Savita loved the weight of him on her tongue and the way he whispered her name like a prayer, and she sucked harder and faster until his thighs trembled. He pulled her up before he came, saying he wanted to be inside her, not just in her mouth, and she nodded eagerly.

Rohan lifted her onto the drawing table, pushing papers and pens aside, and spread her legs wide as he positioned his cock at her dripping pussy. He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, and Savita moaned as her walls stretched around his thick length. He began to thrust, deep and steady, and the table creaked under them in rhythm with his strokes while she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust and Rohan bent to suck a nipple while he fucked her harder, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy with wet sounds that filled the studio. Savita dug her nails into his back and begged him not to stop, her second orgasm building fast as he hit the spot inside her that made her see stars. She came screaming his name, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, and the tight grip pushed Rohan over the edge too.

He groaned loudly and pumped his hot cum deep inside her pussy, his body shuddering against hers as he emptied himself completely. They stayed locked together on the table, breathing hard, ink and sweat and sex in the air around them. Savita kissed his neck softly and laughed against his skin, and Rohan held her close and said he had never drawn anything as beautiful as her face right now.

Two days later Savita sent Rohan a message saying her husband was out of town for the night, and he arrived at her flat with a fresh comic tucked under his arm and a grin she could feel in her stomach. She locked the door behind him and pulled him into her bedroom before he could even speak, her hands already under his shirt. The bedroom smelled of her perfume and clean sheets, and Rohan pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her neck until she was squirming.

Then Savita rolled him onto his back and climbed on top, guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy and riding him with slow grinding circles of her hips. She leaned forward so her breasts pressed against his chest and kissed him deeply while she rode, her pussy squeezing his cock with every downward roll. Rohan grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm, and they moved together until both of them were panting and slick with sweat.

She rode him faster, her moans growing louder, and when she came again her whole body clenched and shook on top of him. Rohan flipped her onto her back without pulling out and pounded into her pussy hard and fast, his cock driving deep as she screamed his name into the pillow. He came inside her with a deep groan, filling her pussy with his warm cum, and collapsed beside her, both of them laughing breathlessly in the quiet flat.

The next evening they met at a Delhi book market, pretending to browse the stalls while their hands brushed secretly between the comic piles. Savita picked up a new comic and held it against her chest, and Rohan whispered filthy promises in her ear that made her blush behind the stall's shade. They bought two comics and walked to a quiet corner behind the market, where the noise of the crowd faded and the evening light turned golden.

Behind a stack of old book cartons Rohan pressed her against the wall and kissed her fiercely, his hand sliding under her kurti to cup her breast and pinch her nipple through her bra. Savita reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his jeans, and he groaned into her mouth as she stroked him through the fabric. She unzipped him quickly and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking fast while he slipped two fingers under her panties and into her wet pussy.

They stood there hidden by cartons, fucking each other with their hands, her pussy dripping over his fingers and his cock throbbing in her grip. Savita came first, biting her lip to muffle her cry as her juices soaked his hand, and Rohan followed seconds later, his cum spurting over her fingers and onto the dusty ground. They cleaned up with shaking hands and shared a secret smile, and Savita tucked the new comic under her arm like nothing at all had happened.

He entered her slowly on the blanket, his cock sliding into her pussy with a soft wet sound, and Savita wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. They made love slowly this time, deep thrusts and long kisses, and Savita felt every inch of him as he moved inside her. She whispered that she loved the way he fucked her, slow and hard and completely, and Rohan whispered back that she was his favourite story now.

Her orgasm built slowly and then broke over her like a wave, her pussy milking his cock as she cried out softly against his shoulder. Rohan thrust a few more times and came deep inside her, his cum warm and thick, and they lay tangled on the blanket among the comic pages scattered around them. Savita traced a finger over his chest and smiled, and Rohan kissed her forehead and said tomorrow she should come back for another comic.