Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She reached back, swatting blindly, tugging the shawl down desperately, but he caught her wrist, pinning it to her back, and a voice rasped in her ear, low and wild: "How does it feel, to be trapped like this?"

She stiffened, slowly craning her neck to see him, a tall figure cloaked in a scarf with a wolf logo, his features shadowed, his frame looming too close, breath scorching her neck.

"You!?" she choked out, sweat prickling her forehead, shock and fear crashing through her, as she struggled to break free. "How dare you drag me to a dump like this, and leave me waiting?" she hissed, her voice quaking with rage.

He chuckled, dark and slow: "Shhh.. Scream, and everyone knows, your pics, your moans, all out." Her body trembled, fear rooting her still. "So stay quiet, darling, I know you loved playing the part," he whispered, his tone dripping with menace.

His hand tightened on her ass, possessive, a touch she hadn't felt in ages and her hormones surged, fear screamed run, but her pussy slowly soaking the lace, craving more.

Abhi, up front, peeked through the blurry glass, angled at her perfectly, her shawl slipped a little, dress tight, a tall figure behind her, "Ishaan!" and his dick twitched, hand sliding under his pants, rubbing slow.

The stalker groped harder, whispering: "I'd ravish you here, my queen, lift this dress, taste your skin, make you shake while they watch" Her nipples poked through, hard and shameless, and a soft "Ohh" slipped out, muffled, desperate.

He slid his hand up, brushing her breast, thumbing her nipple over the fabric, slow, teasing, and she bit her lip, stifling a scream. "Stop it, P.. Please.." she hissed, one hand holding the bar, another pinned back, but her hips shifted, pressing back, her volcano erupting in silent waves.

Ishaan grinned under the scarf, peeling her shawl off entirely, as it dangles uselessly at her elbow.

Madhuri's resistance fading to a surrender. Abhi's gaze fixed on the reflection, her trembling form exposed, no shield left, his hand quickening beneath his waistband.