savitha bhabi: A Tale That Will Inspire, Captivate, and Thrill

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in savitha bhabi. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with savitha bhabi,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“savitha bhabi, savitha bhabi, savitha bhabi!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “savitha bhabi” down on the streets fifty stories below.