Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

He leaned in, lips grazing her jaw, whispering: "Know me or not, darling, you're mine. I'd fuck you senseless, right here in this crowd, make you come so hard you'd forget your own name" Her pussy gushed, soaking his hand, and her hips bucked, her surrender a flame he fanned higher.

She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, those eyes, so familiar, tugging at her, but his touch drowned it, his tall, and broad shoulders a tower she couldn't escape.

"Never leave me," she thought, her pride ash, her mind losing total control and her moans grew, soft, rhythmic, slipping through clenched teeth as his fingers teased her slit, promising more.

Abhi's eyes burned, her clutching him, her lewd dance, his cuckold thrill a dark tide pulling him under.

Ishaan's grip tightened, his voice a slow, raw promise: "Watch me break you wide open, right where you stand," the crowd a sweaty wall locking her in Ishaan's grasp.

Her dress was a crumpled sin, his hands teasing her pussy with deliberate strokes, two fingers, slipping under the lace, probing her slit, slow and cruel.

Her shawl lay forgotten at her feet, her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples stabbing through the fabric, and her juicy lips parted, panting, as she clung to him, arms around his neck, hips rocking, a slave to his rhythm.

"Tell me who you are," she gasped, her brown eyes locked on his, deep, commanding, a flicker of Ishaan she couldn't place, but her volcano drowned her, her need a roar she couldn't silence.

Ishaan's scarf grazed her cheek, his lips curling under it as he whispered, wild and slow: "Forget who I am, only thing that matters is how I'm going to wreck you with pleasure."

Her pussy clamped on his fingers, a loud "Ohhh!" tearing free, unrestrained, echoing, but the crowd hid her shame, barely.

He slid a finger in, deep, thick, stretching her, and she bucked, a sharp "No!" slipping out, her voice breaking, wild and lewd. Her frail legs shook, beginning to wobble slightly.

He lifted her leg, one arm circling her frame, clutching under her knee, holding it up, as she leaned back on his arm.

Her dress creeping higher, revealing her big and round ass cheeks, bouncing free, the lace panties shoved aside as he tapped her pussy lips gently before his fingers plunged deeper, two long digits fucking it, wet and savage.

"Feel that, my queen?" he growled, raw and dark. "Dripping already? My filthy little treasure."