Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The bus jerked again, shoving her harder against him, and she felt it, his cock, thick and rigid, bulging and pressing into her ass through his jeans. "Feel that, Ms.Velvet?" he rasped, slow and filthy. "That's for you, hard, ready to split you open."

Her head tipped back, a choked whimper leaking out, her pussy gushed, the lace transparent now, and her free hand clutched the pole, nails digging in.

She couldn't scream, couldn't fight, his threat of exposure loomed, but her heart craved it, his dark passion a drug she couldn't quit. Abhi's eyes widened, her trembling, her surrender, and his hand moved faster, his twisted dream unfolding in real time.

The bus rattled on, its dim lights flickering over the packed aisle, the air a humid stew of breath and desperation.

Madhuri's legs quaked, her red dress hiked slightly from Ishaan's relentless grip, "How long is this ride gonna be?" she whispered, her voice a fragile thread, but her body arched back, her thick thighs parting slightly, traitorous, begging for more.

His cock pressed harder against her ass, a steel promise, and her breath hitched, her volcano teetering on eruption.

Ishaan's lips hovered at her ear, his voice a low, wild purr: "Eager to go home? Not so fast, Darling," His touch roamed her plush inner thighs while rubbing his bulge against her through the fabric.

Her pussy pulsed, and a soft "Aah" slipped out, muffled, desperate, as his hand slid up, brushing the hem. He tugged it up from the back, inch by inch, the cool air hitting her skin, the curve of her ass peeking out, and she gasped, shoving it down from the front with her free hand.