Savita the next Miss India

Hello friends, today a wonderful style of Savita Bhabhi is presented to make you aware of another color of her intoxic*ting youth.

You know that Savita Bhabhi had joined a job, where she was having a physical relationship with her manager Mishra ji.

One day she was doing some work on her computer in the office when she got a call from Mishra ji - Savita madam, Mishra ji has called you to his cabin.

Savita Bhabhi started wondering what happened to this Mishra now.. she had su*ked his di*k this morning itself..

Well.. Savita Bhabhi got up and went to Mishra ji's cabin and before entering through the door she asked very respectfully - Sir.. did you call me?

'Yes Savita.. Come, actually our company is organizing a beauty contest for married women.. I want you to go there and see the preparations etc. for this contest.'

'Okay sir, I will leave now.'

Now Savita Bhabhi headed towards the place where this competition was being organised.

This was a renowned hotel of the city where a competition was being organized in the name of 'Mrs. Burgaon'.

Savita Bhabhi went to the reception there and got information.

Receptionist- Madam, you go towards that hall on the right side.. the competition is being organized there.

Savita Bhabhi went towards that hall and asked a person there - Hello.. Can you tell me where I can meet the coordinator of this competition?

Before he could get any reply, his gaze fell on a person standing there.

Seeing that person, Savita Bhabhi was suddenly shocked and started thinking that he was the famous hero of old films, Jeet Kumar.

Now Savita Bhabhi was thinking about Jeet Kumar when Jeet Kumar called her.

'Just listen.. she looks like a model..! The coordinator of this competition is Miss Kritika.. she must be around here somewhere.'

When she heard Jeet Kumar talking to herself, Savita Bhabhi suddenly got embarrassed and said – Oh.. I am not a model.

'Truth..! But you look like a model..'

On the other hand, Jeet Kumar was praising Savita and after listening to him, Savita Bhabhi started thinking that perhaps he meant that my body was like a model.

With this, Savita Bhabhi started getting lost in her past when she used to get nak*d in the bathro*m and play with her pu$$y while getting lost in the dreams of Jeet Kumar.

Just then Jeet Kumar's voice reached her ears - But dear, if you were a model, you would definitely have won this competition.

'Ha.. Ha.. You are very funny.. Still thank you for praising me.'

'Come on.. all the contestants and coordinators etc. are on that side.. you should look there.'

Savita Bhabhi looked at Jeet Kumar with a se*sual expression and said – Thank you... see you again.

Now Savita Bhabhi went towards where the competition was taking place.

She was looking towards the room made for the makeup of the contestants when suddenly a woman called out to her, 'Yes... just listen.'

'Yes..?'

'Have you also come to participate in this competition?'

Savita Bhabhi, spreading her beauty, said - No... our company is organizing this competition, so I have come only to see the management here.

Savita Bhabhi had so much to say that one of the contestants started shouting - You will ask your company for better management next time.. This place is of very low class and some contestants are of very low class.. I am a model. I have been here, so I know all these things.

Enduring her short temper and rude language, Savita Bhabhi started thinking, Oh God... this woman is so arrogant and rude. I wish I could teach him a lesson.

When Savita Bhabhi moved a little further, she heard the sound of someone sobbing from the other side. Savita Bhabhi saw that a girl wearing very prov*cative clothes was crying.

Going near her, Savita Bhabhi asked- What happened.. why are you crying?

'No..unm..unm nothing..'

'Don't cry, tell me what happened?'

'I am managing the competition here... Yesterday two models left the competition under pressure from the 'Keep Women in Home Committee'. This is a local organization which believes that such beauty pageants are against Indian civilization and women should stay at home. Because of them, I may lose my job due to the decreasing number of participants in the competition.'

'Oh.. this is very bad.. can I help?'

'Hmm.. can you participate in the competition? Please agree..'

'Oh no.. I am not a model..'

'There is no model here except that na*ghty Smita, the one you were talking to just now.'

Remembering her, Savita Bhabhi started thinking that Ohhh.. that bit*h.. to defeat her, I must participate in this competition.. I also hope that I will defeat her by doing anything.. My name is also Savita. '

'You did not answer, madam?'

'Okay, I will help you.. but right now I want to meet the judge of this competition, Jeet Kumar.. where will he meet?'

'He is about to go home...he lives on the other side of the city.'

Savita Bhabhi puffed up her brea*ts and said with all her might – Okay, you write my name... I will look at Jeet Kumar.

The girl was stunned to see Savita Bhabhi's self-confidence.

Now when Savita Bhabhi went out quickly, she saw that Jeet Kumar was about to sit in his car.

'Just listen..'

Jeet Kumar looked at him questioningly.

Savita Bhabhi asked in a s*xy tone - Are you leaving..? Heard that you live in North Area.. Will you give me a lift?

Jeet Kumar- Of course.. sit..

Savita Bhabhi sat next to Jeet Kumar in the car

Jeet Kumar himself was driving the car.

'Mr. Kumar.. are you married?'

'Please.. call me Jeet.. I am no longer married.. I am alone.. ha..ha..'

'You are such a famous film artist that hundreds of young heroines would be dying for you.'

'Yes, but I like the company of intelligent women like you more.'

Jeet Kumar said this while looking at the valley of Savita Bhabhi's intoxicating brea$t$ through the view mirror.

'Ohhh.. you are so nice.. I remember when I was in college, you used to be in my imagination.'

'Yes... but now I am not winning the handsome young man of your imagination.'

Savita Bhabhi started her game right away, adjusted Jeet Kumar's tie and touched his body and said - Hey, you have kept yourself well groomed.. compared to today's heroes. You look so much better...and you can definitely last longer than them.'

Jeet Kumar interrupted – How are you asking me to 'stay' for long?

Savita Bhabhi saw that due to her caressing her hands, Jeet Kumar's p*nis had started becoming er*ct, which was clearly visible from the bulge forming in his p*nts.

Just Savita Bhabhi turned on her Kama*tra – Ohhh.. From this hardness it seems that you are understanding the meaning of my words.

Savita Bhabhi, placing her hand on his p*nis over his p*nts and looking at him with her intoxicating eyes, said - Ahhh.. what a lovely night..

As soon as Jeet felt Savita Bhabhi's hand on his p*nis, he said - Why don't we leave the highway and go on a different road... it will be deserted there at this time.

Savita Bhabhi agreed and started caressing his p*nis and Jeet Kumar turned the car on a different route.

Now Savita Bhabhi opened the pant cha*n of his p*nis and said - Yours is so hard... it looks very nice... I will take it out... so that you can drive comfortably.

In this way, Savita Bhabhi opened Jeet Kumar's p*nt and took out his p*nis.

Dear friends, till date no one has been spared from the style of your intoxi*ating young Savita Bhabhi.. You all know this.

There is a lot more in this story which you will be able to know by reading the illustrated story of Savita Bhabhi that how Savita Bhabhi captured Jeet Kumar in her trap and made the car stop with him on the moving road and fu*ked her pu$$y. Got her fucked and did tremendous su*king service of his p*nis. to read full chapter with images dm me on instagram (s4savitaa) to get link of my telegram channel