Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan's grip tightened in Madhuri's hair, his dick pulsing deeper, her gagging muffled as Sharma's flashlight bobbed, oblivious to the scene. 

Her mind screamed, "This colony is a bunch of old jerks, at least this dick feels good in my mouth", her body betrayed her, fingers pinching her nipples, the other hand inside her pajamas rubbing her soaking pussy getting closer to an orgasm, a sight Abhi cannot forget.

Sharma's voice slithered through the dark, low and greedy. "Try and get me those house keys before her husband's back, yeah?" Ishaan's lips curled, his voice a smooth promise: "Consider it done."

Madhuri, crouched in the bushes, her lips still tingling from his cock, imagined it pounding her pussy instead, her fingers slipped beneath her pajamas, rubbing her slick clit, her mind lost to the fantasy. 

Her body burned, control slipping, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her nipples straining against her nightie. The shame of the neighbor's words only fueled her, her pussy dripping, her senses drowning in the heat.

A sudden flicker snapped her haze, streetlights blinked out, plunging the backyard into pitch black. Her heart lurched, fingers frozen against her clit. 

Seconds later, the lights buzzed back, but the stalker was gone, vanished like a ghost, leaving her throbbing, unsatisfied, teetering on the brink once more.