Savita Bhabhi – Part 5 (Rohit’s birthday present and Rosy’s message)

Savita Bhabhi – Part 5 (Rohit’s birthday present and Rosy’s message)
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Submit Report This story is part of the Savita Bhabhi Returns series Rohit, a 20-year-old engineering student, had a habit of watching porn on his laptop whenever he was alone in his room or when his family was away. Coincidentally, Rohit had upcoming semester exams, which caused him to miss a wedding. Concerned about his studies, Rohit’s mother asked Rosy to keep an eye on him. Rosy’s intentions were far from innocent, as she had been fucked by a younger cock and didn’t want to miss the opportunity. She kissed Rohit and introduced him to sex, and soon, Rohit found himself indulging in a week-long sex journey with Rosy, fulfilling some of his deepest fantasies from porn. However, Rosy was a totally bad influence, and after he banged her in all holes, Rohit wanted to try nasty stuff common in porn videos. Rohit poured his mixture of cum and saliva into Rosy’s butthole, and she drank all that mixture from her butthole with the help of a long, transparent tube. After that moment, Rohit realized fantasies are far more distant than reality. All Rohit experienced were actions in front of his eyes. Rohit lost interest in watching porn because Rosy drank all the mixture of saliva and cum from her own butthole. Rohit thought, “How can a person do something like that?” And Rohit continued with his studies, trying to clear his exams. Because he didn’t learn a bit while he was with Rosy, he failed in his exams because he was busy rethinking that whole time, fucking Rosy in his dreams, every second, until the day he saw her. Well, due to some failures, his family forced him to take computer classes and go to the library to get good marks in his exams. And Swati is an extraordinary girl. Rohit is in a relationship with Swati, who’s two years older than him. They started dating after three months of getting to know each other, and everything seemed great. Rohit still couldn’t help but feel that Rosy could beat Swati in every way. So, he decided to ask Rosy to spend a private moment with him on his birthday. Luckily, his family didn’t allow him to stay with Rosy at that time, and he felt relieved about their decision. As Rohit’s birthday approached, he threw a party for his friends and institute members. For the first time, he took Swati to his apartment in the afternoon. When they passed by Rosy’s flat, Rohit noticed the door was closed, and he assumed she was out with Munna bro. Swati and Rohit entered his flat, and she couldn’t help but compliment the interior. “Wow, your parents have great taste!” She asked, “Where are they?” Rohit replied, in an exhausted manner, “Don’t you see? I opened the door with my key.” Swati looked shocked, realizing they were alone in the house. Rohit handed her a glass and asked, “Why are you shocked?” Swati smirked tensely, “I think I should go; time is ticking.” Rohit held her hand, asking, “What’s wrong, suddenly?” Swati rushed to explain, “No, it’s just my mom checking up on me.” Rohit spoke calmly, “Hey, relax, okay?” He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, reassuring her to trust him. “You trust me, right?” he asked with a happy face. Swati looked confused, replying, “I mean, yes?” Rohit’s face lit up, “Then why worry?” Swati said, “But we’re in love, right? Love requires trust in a relationship, and I trust you.” Just then, Rosy’s image flashed in Rohit’s mind, flaunting her body in a really slutty manner, hiding some ethnic parts, and said, “There’s no love in the world, only opportunities… like what we did that day, remember the blowjob and all other…?” Rohit slapped his cheek hard, shocking Swati, who tried to help. In that moment, lust took over, and Rohit passionately kissed Swati, grabbing her t-shirt collar. Swati, confused, didn’t resist, and they lost themselves. The intensity of their kiss left them breathless, and they pushed each other away, gasping for air. Rohit asked, still catching his breath, “What was that?” Swati shook her head in a similar way to Rohit, “I don’t know, what was that?” Rohit noticed Swati shaking and asked, “Why are you shaking?” Swati replied, still breathless, “I don’t know.” Their eyes locked, and they couldn’t control themselves. They fell into another passionate kiss, with Swati on top of Rohit. They lay on the floor, lost in a deep, tongue-smooching kiss. Swati playfully twisted her tongue in his mouth, and they both started to enjoy that German kiss. As they kissed, Swati began unbuttoning her shirt and loosening her jeans, losing one button. Rohit removed his shirt, revealing Swati’s “orange-sized” breasts. He tried to hold them, but suddenly, a hand slapped him. Swati’s face turned red with shyness, and she asked, “Do you have a condom?” Rohit thought, frustrated, “Where would I get that? This is not what I expected” and replied, “No,” with a disappointed face. Swati understood the situation and said, “I am okay with it, but there is only one condition.” Rohit, with a surprised expression, asked, “Huh, what?” Swati took a deep breath and said, “Promise me, you won’t penetrate your cock into me.” When Rohit heard that, he didn’t understand what she was trying to say. Rohit, with a cringe expression, asked, “Huh?” Swati said, “You see, I do love and trust you, but I also respect my family. Hope you can understand that?” Rohit nodded his head in yes and said, “Yes.” After that, Swati took the initial start and kissed him, and this time, she wouldn’t stop Rohit from touching her boob. And he started squeezing it, and she was enjoying it. Rohit understood she was okay with it. And they came closer, and Swati opened Rohit’s jeans button and grabbed his hairy cock from the pants and started pressing it with her palm.

And Rohit took a break from her lips and went to her cheek and neck area and started to smell her sweat and tried to get lost in that aroma. And Swati had already started to give him a handjob simultaneously in the process. And they both enjoyed the foreplay at the moment. “Foreplay” plays a very important role in sex activity. And they just enjoyed each other’s body heat and heartbeats at the moment, lost in a tender moment of love. After a while, Rohit went to her cleavage and started smelling her breasts and licking them like a little baby, and he slowly placed his fingers on her G-spot and started a slow motion with his fingers. Swati, while understanding his intentions, didn’t stop him, and he took her nipple in his mouth and started to suck it. But Swati was enjoying his intentions and actions. And they both really enjoyed each other’s body heat. Swati stopped him again and went to his chest and started kissing it and started a really intense handjob on his cock. After a while, she made Rohit sit on the sofa, and he explained to her, “Don’t force yourself.” Swati nodded her head in “yes.” She kneeled on the floor and started smelling his cock area and settling the private part hair at its bottom. And she just licked the tip of the cock. And slowly, she took the initial point to put it in her mouth, little by little. Rohit didn’t want to interrupt her choice of interest and wasn’t forcing her to do such things. After several seconds of licking, she started sucking the cock in a slow manner. And she was experiencing the taste of a dick for the first time. And she held his scrotum in her other hand and massaged it. Rohit experienced his pleasure, “Uhh… uhh… uhh… uhh… uhh…” Rohit was about to explode his cum out, but before that, he pushed her away on her backward and cummed all over the floor. And he went to the floor and just kissed Swati’s G-spot, then went to her lips and kissed her in a decent manner. At last, Rohit was freed from Rosy’s imagination. Rohit thanked her, “Thanks, you’re my love.” That was a hell of a gift. Swati was satisfied too, but she was shocked by Rohit’s determination and that he didn’t try to penetrate his dick into her pussy in the process and just enjoyed the foreplay for a while, as she wanted. Swati replied, “Well, you can’t expect little gifts from your girlfriend.” She chuckled softly. And they both hugged, and Rohit kissed her forehead, making her believe that she didn’t make a mistake by accepting his proposal that day. Just then, Swati’s phone rang, and she quickly answered it, signaling to Rohit to keep quiet. “Hello, Mom,” she said. “Yes, I’m with Nikita. I’ll be home by 5 o’clock, Mom.” As Swati talked, Rohit gathered her belongings and handed them to her. She quickly got dressed, and they opened the main door. Rosy returned from her aunt’s house and saw them together. Rohit called out, “Hey, sis!” Rosy replied, “Yes,” but felt puzzled by the term “sis.” Just then, Rosy’s phone beeped with a notification. Rohit asked, “Is she my girlfriend?” Rosy smiled and said, “Oh, she’s so cute!” Then she asked, “Have you guys done anything?” Swati looked down, trying to hide her face, while Rohit replied, “We’re project group partners from our institute.” Rosy smiled and said, “Good team!” before closing the door. She put down her bag, took out her phone, and was surprised to see an email from “Darkman.” When she checked that email: From: Darkman To: Rosy143 – 4 (Fuck) Subject: This is Goodbye Hi dear, My sweet frictional character, you see I am an idiotic writer, as you always say. I am so happy that you played a vital role in bringing “her” back. You are not a small fish to hunt a big shark. Your stories are more important than sensual stuff; that’s why I always write worst and useful stuff to indulge others. As you know, I am a frictional erotic writer, not any kind of sex story writer. I need a story to bring Savita back into the fiction again. I simply can’t just give a title of SAVITA BHABHI – 157. If I did it, others would call me “COPY CAT.” That’s why I created a world, then created a fictional character as “Rosy” and manipulated her however I wanted to mingle with others. You see, Savita Bhabhi is a big meteor; if I want to destroy that, I need a such big weapon. In this case, you are the weapon. But I want to make the series kind of reality. That’s from now on; there are “NO NOTES” and “you never speak to any reader” and “the most important thing – there are no mingle wongles – from now on.” Your idiot author, XXXX Rosy read the message, her expression unchanged. She headed to the kitchen to brew a strong coffee and then stepped out onto her apartment’s balcony, lost in thought. Rosy muttered to herself, “Darkman, you’re heartless, emotionless, and completely unsympathetic. I am feeling that you need a pawn in a game to make high. You exploited me to bring back that woman, Savita Bitch,” Rosy thought, her anger simmering. “Now, you apologized and admitted that you’re manipulating me for the sake of your story. You’re ruthless, immoral writer.” Rosy’s thoughts continued to flow, “You created me in this world of fiction solely to integrate me and others all into Savita Bhabhi’s storyline. You wanted to avoid being labeled as a so-called “COPY CAT,” so you created a separate narrative storyline to merge with that slut series. And now you pointed out that the naturality of the story is missing. As Rosy finished her coffee, she declared, “From now on, there’s no more ‘so long’ or ‘wingle wongles.’ Because this is no more a fictional story.” With a sadness, she said, “Enjoy my author’s idiotic stories, my wingle wongles. A last eye wink to you all.”