Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Her hands flew to his head, yanking the scarf, fingers tangling in his hair, her dress fell loose at the back, her ass cheeks bare to the air, and she moaned, loud and broken, "P... Please... fuck me!", her first plea, raw, unmasked, her pride dust.

The crowd pressed tighter, hiding her ruin, but her ass gleamed, a lewd prize Abhi glimpsed through the glass.

Abhi's hand froze under his pants, eyes wide, Madhuri's leg up, her ass out, the stalker's fingers pumping in and out of her, and his dick throbbed, a sight he never dreamed he'd witness.

Ishaan's fingers curling inside her, hitting deep, her pussy gushing, juices dripping down his hand. "You want this, don't you?" she panted, her hips grinding, her ass bounced with each thrust, a sight Abhi didn't want to miss.

He turned, craning for a direct look, her lewd pose, leg shaking, collapse near.

"You're breaking, darling," Ishaan rasped, slow and wild. Her head lolled and her body shook, his abyss swallowing her whole.

She clung to him, nails raking his scalp, his eyes flickering through her haze, but his fingers drove deeper, and she lost it, her moans a chant, "Ohh, ohh, please!", slipping free, turning her wilder.

Abhi's hand moved faster, his breath ragged, her thick thighs, her bouncing ass, the stalker owning her, a memory he'd never erase.

Ishaan's grip tightened, his two fingers plunged deep into her pussy, long, thick, curling inside her wet heat, fucking her slow and savage, each thrust a spark to her volcano.

Her volcano peaked, her body his, and those haunting eyes pulled her deeper, a truth buried in the fire she couldn't grasp, yet.

Ishaan's eyes flickering through the haze, but her body answered, surrendering, her shame a whisper drowned by need.

His fingers sped up, stretching her, hitting deep, and she bucked, a sharp "G0d!, help me!" slipping out, raw, pleading, her nails raking his scalp, her volcano roaring to the edge, teetering on orgasm.

The lace panties tore slightly under his grip, her ass bouncing free, round, shameless, a sight for anyone close, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, her surrender a flame he fanned higher.

She lost it, her moans a chant, "Ohh, ohh, yes!", slipping through, wild and uncontainable.

His fingers driving deeper, three now, stretching her pussy wide, juices dripping down his wrist, and she buckled, a sharp "You're insane!" bursting out, her voice a wail, her body quaking on the brink.

Ishaan's grip tightened, driving hard and rapid, his voice a dark vow: "Isn't this what you've been begging for? You're so close to it now. How's it feel?"

Her volcano surged, her moans a crescendo, "Ohh, It feels... soo good.. please.. don't stop,", and she teetered, her pussy clamped hard, her body his, collapsing into the fire he'd built.

The bus screeched to a sudden halt, its doors hissing open as the crowd surged, a chaotic tide ripping through Madhuri's fragile world. Her red dress hung in tatters, hiked high, torn at the seam as his fingers plunged deep, fucking her pussy, wet and relentless.