Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The chain on her collar dangled, a reminder of her captivity, as her eyes tracked the man in the suit approaching from behind. He stopped directly behind her, his presence a silent threat, and grabbed her panty near her waist, yanking them upward giving her a sharp wedgie.

“Ow!” Madhuri gasped, the fabric digging into her skin, pressing the vibrator deeper against her sensitive core. The sensation was overwhelming, forcing her to rise to her legs, her body bending forward as she struggled to maintain her grip on Ishaan’s cock. 

The man in the suit tugged her panties aside, his fingers brushing the wire of the egg vibrator.

With a slow, deliberate pull, he took it out, the device slick with her juices, sliding out smoothly. Madhuri’s breath hitched, her body clenching at the sudden emptiness.

Ishaan switched off the vibrator and nodded toward Abhi, who sat bound in the corner, his eyes wide but glinting with something unspoken. The guy strode over to him, holding the glistening egg. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and unyielding.

Madhuri’s heart sank. "Oh no," she thought, pitying Abhi, assuming his compliance stemmed from fear. She missed the curiosity flickering in his gaze, oblivious to his lack of resistance.

Abhi slowly parted his lips, and the guy placed the wet vibrator in his mouth, drawing it out slowly. Abhi’s lips closed around it, sucking every inch, his tongue flicking over his lips to clean them. 

The sight sent a jolt through Madhuri, dragging her back to the other night when she’d sat on his face, a twisted pleasure she’d buried deep. Her cheeks burned with shame, her hand faltering on Ishaan’s cock.

The man in the suit returned, his eyes fixed on her exposed pussy, the glistening hole an open invitation. The sound of his zipper cut through the silence, and Madhuri’s eyes widened. “Wait, what are you, AAAH!” Her protest dissolved into a cry as he thrust his cock into her, though not as big as the Stalker's, he entered in with a forceful stroke.

Ishaan seized the moment, gripping her hair and guiding her mouth onto his dick. Her eyes fluttered shut, her moan morphing into wet, muffled “gwak-gwak” sounds as she rocked back and forth, pleasuring both in a rhythm that consumed her.