Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Chapter 4: Devil's Touch

Morning broke over Hyderabad like a heavy shroud, the air thick with humidity and the weight of Madhuri's unraveling. She sat hunched on her bed, still nude from last night's video call, the purple scarf crumpled beside her, her alt phone, a silent accuser on the sheets. 

DevilzMask's reveal left a bitter memory tainted by shock and embarrassment as her body still trembled, her pussy faintly pulsing from the near climax, but her mind was a storm of regret, shame flooding every corner of her being.

"This better be a nightmare," she whispered, her voice hoarse, tears streaking her face as she replayed the call, his voice, his cock, her surrender, and that final devastating blow: her name on his lips.

She grabbed her phones, hands shaking, and opened ShyVelvet, nudes, voice notes, videos of her fingering herself, all sent to him, all seen by a stranger who knew her.

"What have I done!?" she sobbed, deleting everything, every snap, every plea, her wildness erased with frantic taps, but the damage was done, burned into his hands.

Her main phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "You've worked up a lot last night, Madhuri, hope you had a great sleep. Good Morning!"

She shouted in despair, "Aaahh!" tossing it across the room, but her thighs clenched, a lingering need stabbing through her shame.

"You're in a big trouble, girl" she muttered, pulling on a loose nightie, but her body betrayed her, nipples hardening at his taunt, her regret warring with a dark, unquenchable crave. She couldn't face it, couldn't face him, but deep inside, she waited, her heart whispering for something wild, despite the ruin.