Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

He'd attached a thirst trap, shirtless, abs carved, a bulge straining his shorts, and typed slow, seductive: "I'd kick that door down, darling, grab your hips, flip you over, spank that thick ass till it's red. Then I'd grind against you, hard and slow, let you feel every inch through the leggings, make you beg me to rip it off and take you."

Her pussy clenched, wet and needy, his raw passion a torch to her volcano. She typed back, weak: "You're insane, I'd never let you!" But her hand slipped down, rubbing her clit over the leggings, a soft moan escaping.

Her defiance was paper-thin, he could taste her surrender.

Ishaan grinned in his dark room, clicked a pic of his hard cock oozing precum and attached replying: "Never? Oh, my wild queen, I'd kneel between your legs, kiss up those thighs, bite them till you're trembling. Then I'd lick you open, slow and filthy, tongue-fuck you till your hips buck, leave you gasping, pleading for my cock to fill you up." He sent it, stroking himself now, his control absolute, she was his to unravel, thread by thread.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she whimpered, his words shattering her. "OMG.. What is this beast doing to me again?" she gasped, her fingers pressed harder, circling her clit, her other hand fondling her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. His photo burned her eyes, the thickness of it, those nerves on it, raw, and her need snapped.

She hit record, her voice low, husky: "I give up.. I... I can't stop imagining it, your hands on me, your mouth... Huhh... I need to feel your touch in real life, p.. please" She sent it, her juicy lips trembling, the first time she'd bared her desire raw, no alt, no gel, just Madhuri, begging a stranger.