Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan stepped closer, the camera capturing every inch of her exposed body in high resolution, his lens unrelenting. 

Downstairs, Abhi lost his mind, pressing himself against the wall, hugging her image over the wall, kissing the projection near her pussy, rubbing his cock against the surface, consumed by the forbidden rush.

Madhuri eased into a sultry smile, her fingers grazing her pussy as she sucked her own nipple. “Yeah, you like that?” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, urging him to act.

Ishaan’s response was a calculated twist. “Yeah, Aunty, Uncle will have a blast.”

Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering through her arousal. His shift, cloaking his desire in Ramesh’s name, threw her off. 

Downstairs, Abhi’s stomach churned hearing Ishaan toy with her again, manipulating the moment. Yet, his body betrayed him, a strange feeling hit him as he realised how she got under Ishaan’s control, humping the wall as he discharged, his cum streaking the wall surface, shame and ecstasy colliding in a messy blur.

Madhuri’s body ached with unfulfilled desire, her hips rising instinctively, swaying with a sensual rhythm as she inched closer to Ishaan’s bulging trunks. Her wetness grew, her pussy throbbing, so close to his erection, craving him to break her without pretense, without any blindfold.

Ishaan’s voice cut through, cold and detached. “Perfect, Aunty. Task done. This session is a success.” He pulled back, shutting off the camera’s lens, stepping off the bed with deliberate calm.