Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Stop it, please.." she begged, but her hips rolled, chasing his touch, her shame a ghost in the fire.

He laughed, dark and slow, his fingers dipping under the dress from behind, skin on skin now, tracing her inner thigh, then higher, grazing the edge of her soaked panties.

"No!" she yelled, losing all control. He released her pinned arm from behind, swiftly covering her mouth with his grip.

Her nipples strained against the dress, hard peaks anyone could see, his touch was a blade, cutting her open, and she couldn't stop bleeding for him.

His leaned in on her, pressing her bare ass cheeks, her choked whimpers slipping out. He landed a hard spank with his calloused palm and hissed, "Shout once more, and I'll punish you," drawing in her fragrance.

Her eyes flared wide, as she gripped the pole harder, nails biting metal.

His hands persisted, squeezing her ass. "This is wrong.. so wrong.." she recited under her breath, but her moans grew, low, needy, slipping through. Her fingers held the dress, holding it higher, betraying her own protests.

Abhi's eyes burned, her shaking, her surrender, a lewd dream he couldn't unsee.

He grinned under the scarf, and turned her, slow, forceful, her dress slipping down again, chest to chest in the crush.

Her eyes met his, deep, expressive, glinting with confidence, and a jolt hit her, recognition flickering through the haze.

"Those eyes... I've seen them," she murmured, her mind clawing for clarity, but his touch scrambled her, his hand again getting under her dress, brushing her pussy over the lace, wet, hot,

"Oh really? You must be dreaming of me lately," he rasped, slow and dark, rubbing on her clit. Her juices coated his fingers, the lace a useless barrier, and her hips rocked, shameless now, every touch on her clit sent shocks, her body screaming yes while her mind screamed no.

Her knees quaked, a loud moan slipping, "Ohh, please!", and her arms looped around his neck, clutching, surrendering as his scent drowned her, musk, lust, control.

Abhi stared through the glass up front, his hand frantic under his pants, Madhuri facing the stalker now, her dress hiked, her thick thighs trembling, his fingers moving, and his breath came in gasps, ragged and guilty.

"You... remind me of... someone familiar," she panted, but his thumb flicked her clit hard, and her head tipped back, a sharp "Aahh!" bursting out, uncontrollable, wild.

The passengers gazes swept over them, drawn to the open display, their hands brushing and nudging her further with every bump of the bus.