Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The street buzzed, autos weaving, men staring, and she pulled the dress tighter, hiding the damp trail.

Abhi guided her forward, his hand light on her back, her heat radiated, her ruin a magnet, and his mind spun, her thick ass, her moans, a lewd dream he couldn't unsee.

The sky sagged with heavy clouds, rain falling in faint drops, but the house loomed ahead, a sanctuary she didn't want, her locked room, her shame, her need, all waiting.

Abhi swung the gate open as she slipped inside, pinning the blame on the crowd to hide her wavering gait, escaping the drizzle.

Her wet echoes a pulse she couldn't silence, his eyes a ghost pulling her deeper, her silent craving a beast she couldn't cage, waiting, burning, for him.

The clock ticked past midnight, rain crashed relentlessly, loud thunders packed the atmosphere with the night's unvoiced echoes.

She lay sprawled on her bed, staring at her window, wide open, rain water drizzling inside, but lacked the will to latch it shut.

The precious gifted dress discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor, replaced by a thin white nightie, sheer and clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

The torn lace panties sat in the laundry basket, but her pussy still throbbed, wet and unspent, the ghost of Ishaan's fingers, three thick digits plunging deep, curling inside her, haunting her every breath.