Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The camera caught every detail, the way her ass is curved revealing the hem of her elastic underwear and Abhi's pulse raced. Ishaan: "Now move your hand all over her back, top to bottom. Same deal, don't touch her."

Abhi's hand trembled as he started at the top of her back, moving down her spine. As he reached her lower back, nearing her ass, Ishaan's voice came through again, sharper this time.

Ishaan: "Stop. Move your finger up her butt crack, like swiping a card, but don't touch her."

Abhi's face flushed crimson, his hand hovering just above the curve of her ass, "Bet you're dying to feel that, huh?" Ishaan's teasing hit harder this time, the words sinking into Abhi's mind as he slowly moved his finger along the air between her legs up until her loin, mimicking the motion Ishaan described.

The temptation was maddening, and the secret excitement bubbling inside him made his head spin. He kept the camera steady, showing Ishaan everything, his own breathing ragged now.