Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Ishaan's fingers found her pussy, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Madhuri jolted, pleasure building uncontrollably. "Oh, G0d," she moaned, her voice breaking as her body shook. The intensity overwhelmed her, and with a loud cry, she squirted, for the first time in her life, the liquid splashing onto Abhi's face below.

Her leg trembled, her eyes rolling back as another orgasm tore through her.

She glanced down, seeing Abhi's face slick with her release, and regret flooded her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, grabbing a nearby cloth and tossing it to him. "I think I drank too much water." she thought, gasping for breath.

Abhi wiped his face, his hands shaking, but his eyes never left her. Ishaan slowed, pulling Madhuri off the table and onto her knees.

He pressed her cheeks, and she opened her mouth, her tongue extending out.

Stroking himself, he released in seconds, hot, thick cum spilling across her face, some dripping onto her breasts. Abhi handed her another cloth, but Madhuri, as if guided by some primal instinct, licked it off, her movements practiced, a skill honed from the porn the mysterious stalker had sent her late nights.

“What the…” Abhi’s breath hitched as Ishaan smirked and sprawled on the sofa, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "How was it?" he asked, his voice low.

Madhuri stood, wiping the remaining cum from her skin, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "It was... umm.. great," she admitted, a sense of satisfaction evident despite the shame flooding her. Her voice was calm, sated, but her heart raced with conflict. "Now, go and have a bath, both of you,"

She turned, gathering her clothes and torn inners, and fled to her room, locking the door behind her.