Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Fuck, hottie, just like that. I'm stroking to you, you see this?" he rasped, tilting to show his hand moving, slow, deliberate, breath heavy.

Her eyes widened, a soft moan slipping as she watched his hand slip inside, holding his bulge.

Her thighs clenched, "You're... too much, Mr.Devil. I'm wet, been wet since that video in the morning," she whispered, loud, a whimper breaking free.

Her free hand drifted down, teasing herself. "Good, keep it that way. Show me more, babe. You owe me after that video," he growled, unraveling her.

Her heart slammed. She shifted, angling lower, past the scarf, past her chest, showing her waist, the tops of her thighs, trembling fingers brushing between them.

"Like... this?" she moaned softly, his command guiding her, lost piece by piece.

"Fuck, yeah, like that. You're killing me, big girl. Let me see how you touch yourself," he urged, hand moving faster, camera catching every stroke under his trunks.

Her moan hitched, his words a spark. She hesitated, then let her fingers slide, slowly circling her clit, thighs trembling, the scarf slipping slightly as she arched.

"You're bigger than me... Can you pull it out for me please?" she said, eyes fluttering above the fabric.

His smirk grew, He groaned, her obedience driving him wild. "Just like that, good girl. You wanna see it?", voice rough, stroking in sync.

She nodded, fingers quickening, wet sounds faint but real, her breath ragged. "Yeah... please ahh...," she whimpered, body rocking slowly.