Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

His smirk grew, "I can't hear you, tell me how bad you want it," he pushed, camera steady on his hand, precum slick on top of his bulge.

"Please... mmm... I need it so bad," she choked, moans spilling, her hand frantic now. The scarf shifted, almost falling, her eyes wild with need.

Ishaan stared at Madhuri's smooth belly folds on the screen, and grinned, dark and feral. He placed his phone on a stand, standing before it, yanking his trunks down. His 9-inch cock sprang free, hard and glistening in the dim light.

"This is for you," he purred, voice low, rough. He stood before the camera, stroking slow, deliberate, eyes locked on her masked form.

Madhuri's screen flickered, his cock pulled out, thick, filling the screen, and she gasped, "Oh... G0d," her voice cracking. The scarf slipped but held, her identity veiled. "You're... hu-huge," she breathed, legs parting, hand hovering near her wet folds.

"Show me," he growled, strokes steady, devouring her, breasts, thighs, the shadow of her bush. "Now finger it, deep for me."

She moaned soft, brushing her clit, finger sliding in, slow, tentative, breath hitching. "Like... this?" she whispered, circling, hips bucking, his gaze a fire on her skin.

"Fuck, yes," he rasped, pumping faster. She obeyed, finger slick deep, glistening, a slave to his command.