Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Back in her room, she locked the door, switcher her lights off, her phone buzzing, DevilzMask: "Counting hours, Madhuri?" Her knees weakened, his words a slow burn.

He'd attached another thirst trap, him in a towel, water dripping down his chest, bulge blatant, and typed, deliberate, wild: "I'd drag you into that parking lot shadows, press you against a car, hike that kurta up, grind my cock against your ass till you're panting."

Her pussy throbbed, as she whimpered, "No way," but her resistance was ash.

"Then I'd slip my hand down, feel how wet you are, play with you till you're clawing my back, begging me to fuck you right there." He continued.

She sank onto the bed, removed her leggings his photo searing her, those abs, that promise, and her hand slid down, rubbing her clit over the fabric, slow and desperate.



His words ignited her, and her other hand fondled her breast, squeezing hard again like a puppet following orders. "What am I doing?" she gasped, but her fingers pressed deeper, her volcano erupting in quiet moans, and replied "Oh please. Stop this. I wont come anywhere. You know I am a mother right?"

Madhuri's locked room trembled with her heat, his silence broken just enough to fan her craving.