Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ramesh’s voice growled low through the phone. “I can't wait anymore. Strip for me, baby. Let me see every inch of you.”

Madhuri’s breath caught, a flush creeping up her neck. “Uhmm.. Ramesh,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a shy thrill.

"Go on, I am dying to see what's behind it." he urged enticingly, unbuttoning his shirt. She hesitated, her hands hovering at the hem of her dress, then began to peel it up, inch by inch.

Her hips swayed gently, keeping rhythm with the music’s afterglow, as she lifted one leg, placing her foot on the mattress beside him.

Her fingers found the garter belt’s clasp, unhooking it with a soft snap, letting it fall to the floor. Then, bending slightly, she rolled down the first fishnet stocking, her hands gliding along her leg, peeling the sheer fabric off slowly, her curves illuminated by the dim light.

She repeated with the other leg, her foot still perched on the bed, her body exposed and vulnerable as she tossed the stockings aside.

Then she lifted the dress over her thighs, revealing the red lace panties that outlined a cameltoe. She paused, one hand instinctively covering them, her shyness battling her arousal.

“Fuck, stop teasing me like that,” he purred, his tone dripping with lust.

She giggled nervously, then slowly reached for the halter tie at her neck, as she tugged the knot loose, the cowl neckline slipping down, revealing the red lace bra beneath, its delicate straps hugging her shoulders.

Her cheeks burned as she tugged the dress higher, slipping it over her waist, then her breasts, before she pulled it over her head.

The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her in the lingerie, bra barely containing her curves, panties hugging her hips. She crossed her arms over her chest, her legs shifting to cover herself, but her body betrayed her, her nipples stiff against the bra, her thighs slick with need.

Ishaan stood, lowering the volume of the song. His presence loomed as he stepped closer. “Now it’s my turn, darling,” his voice low and commanding through the recording.

Without warning, he pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight.