Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"You're right. I begged. And that size..." she typed with shaky fingers, then stopped clearing it. "Pleading? Maybe I was just bored. You think this fixes the wait? Try harder, I'm not that easy," she sent, clinging to her act as heat pooled low.

Ishaan laughed. "Bored? Nah, you were desperate, You said you were burning. I've got it saved. Admit it, you're hooked now."

Madhuri's chest tightened, flush creeping up her neck. "Saved?" she thought, terrified but thrilled.

Her eyes drifted back to his pic, the nerves on his thick shaft cracking her resolve. "What would it feel like?" she dreamed, driving her crazy.

"Hooked? You wish. You're the one to send the last pic, who's desperate? I could've ignored you," she sent via ShyVelvet, playing tough but slipping.

Ishaan grinned, "Ignore me? Sure, babe, yet here you are, still typing. I sent that pic 'cause you earned it, after all that begging. Keep sulking, but we both know what you’re thinking about."

Madhuri bit her lip, she knew he was right, a whine catching in her throat. "Damn him," she muttered, dropping the phone, curling into herself, blanket tight as shame crumbled.

Her alt buzzed, "Send a voice note. I wanna hear you." Her chest tightened, remembering her pleas.

She typed quick. "No, I don't want to talk to you."

Ishaan's brow arched, grin tugging back and sent, "Why not? Too immersed in that pic? Prove it, Let's hear that fight in you."

Madhuri's breath hitched. "Uhh," she muttered, hitting record.