Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

On the other hand, Madhuri is craving Ishaan's touch and struggles to restrain her desire. Ramesh's voice cut through. “Damn, now rub that ass on my thighs, baby. Let me feel you.”

Madhuri giggled, her voice breathy. “As you say, honey,” she purred, still believing it was Ishaan. She backed up, bending slightly, and lowered her ass onto Abhi's lap, grinding slowly and deliberately, the dress sliding against Abhi’s jeans.

She circled her hips as she pressed herself against him and abhi’s body tensed, his breath ragged, his arousal overwhelming as he can feel her warmth. The wet spot on his shorts grew, and he bit his lip, fighting to stay silent.

Uncontrolled, he suddenly squeezed her ass through her dress, sparking her excitement, prompting her to arch her hips closer to his tiny erection.

She grinds against it, causing Abhi to sweat and quiver with arousal, but she senses nothing there. Confused by her blindfold, she reaches back to reposition herself.

Before Madhuri could sense any change, Ishaan swiftly moved in, pushing Abhi aside.

Abhi, face red and pulse hammering, retreated to the curtain while Ishaan effortlessly took over.

Madhuri reached back obliviously to reposition herself again, grinding her ass against his cock. She then feels a thick, throbbing bulge pressing into her cheeks. “Looks like someone's enjoying the show,” she teased, her voice playful yet dripping with heat.

Ishaan smirked, leaning closer, Ramesh’s voice purring through the phone. “Honey, you have no idea how much I’m loving this. Keep going, make me lose my mind.”

She laughed softly, her body still moving, completely unaware of the twisted moment that had just unfolded.

Madhuri faced Ishaan again, her fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, squeezing them lightly through the shimmering fabric as she swayed to the beat. 

She dipped low, her knees bending, tossed her hair, teasing her cleavage, her head tilted, her lips parted, and she murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Ramesh?”

The recording purred, “This is more than I dreamed, baby, fuck, you’re perfect.” Her cheeks flushed, her body buzzing with the thrill of the game.

She straightened, her body swaying closer as she lifted one leg slightly, brushing her foot along the floor in a slow, deliberate slide. Her hands roamed her thighs, fingers tracing the stockings.

She swayed her hips to the fading notes of the song, letting her fingers glide up her inner thigh, teasingly close to the edge of her dress, her lips curling into a playful smile.

Fully aware of Ishaan’s attention, she longed to flaunt her beauty to the attractive guest in her home, teasingly playing along, her pulse quickening as she felt more alive and youthful than ever.