Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Madhuri : "Ishaan... where were you last night?" she stammered, voice low, acting, trembling, her juicy lips parted, her shame burning her cheeks.

He stepped closer, his scent washing over her, sweat and spice, reminding her flashes of the act, his grin widening.

Ishaan : "I couldn't sleep, Aunty. Heard some loud moans through the door," he purred, slow, seductive, oozing passion, his eyes flicking to her robe, her thick ass shaping as she shifted.

Her heart slammed, "This boy is a fine actor too," she thought, her guilt a whisper she ignored.

Madhuri : "Oh I'm sorry... We... We were watching a cricket match, and I.. I was cheering. That's all," she said.

Ishaan : "Really? But it sounded like uncle passionately made love to you," he growled low, stepping nearer, his bulge brushing her hip.

Her breath catching, "How could he talk to me like this," her shame crashing wild.

Madhuri : "Shh! Stop it, I... don't remember much," she lied, head down, turning away to flee. Her legs trembled with embarrassment, her robe no shield against his heat.