Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan leaned back on the chest fly machine, took his shoes off, loosened his track with a flick. The sweat shirt came off as his boxers slid down, freeing his 9-inch cock, hard, thick, pulsing with the heat she'd stoked.

He snapped it, dick in hand, tip glistening in the neon gym light. "You said you'd scream if I didn't talk. Now, scream for this," he sent to ShyVelvet.

Ishaan leaned back on the chest fly machine, took his shoes off, loosened his track with a flick. The sweat shirt came off as his boxers slid down, freeing his 9-inch cock, hard, thick, pulsing with the heat she'd stoked. He snapped it, dick in hand, tip glistening in the neon gym light.

Madhuri's alt buzzed. She opened it fast and froze. His dick, massive, bold, filled the screen.

"Oh myyy, why's it so big?" she hissed, eyes wide and stunned. "Way bigger than I imagined, you are a lucky slut!" It dwarfed Ramesh's limp 5 inches, a beast she'd never dreamed of. Her pussy clenched, wet and traitorous.

She typed, acting harsh. "I told you not to send it. What's this, some kind of a reward? I'm not impressed. You kept me waiting."

Ishaan chuckled, low and rough. "She's sulking, cute!" Her sass fueled him.

"Not impressed? Don't lie babe, I bet you're still staring. You were pleading with me just a few minutes ago," he sent to ShyVelvet.

Madhuri's breath caught, pout faltering. Her eyes flicked to the pic, stomach flipping at its size and sheen, slightly disappointed that he covered his face.