You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

"I've given you plenty of opportunities last night to speak, but you chose to hide behind your silence and avoid confrontation like the coward that you are. Now I suggest you start talking before I really lose my temper."

"Oh really? And why would that be?" Carla retorts sarcastically, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Did something change overnight that made you suddenly realize the error of your ways? Or are you just looking for an excuse to weasel out of this situation?"

She takes a step closer, invading your personal space in a show of dominance and control. Despite her anger, there's still a hint of doubt in her expression, as if she needs to hear the words from you before fully accepting your apology.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes another step closer, examining your face intently for signs of insincerity. "You're having difficulty... with an erection?" She repeats, uncertainty creeping into her voice now. "And you think that excuses what happened last night? It doesn't work like that." She places a hand on her hip, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans in closer still. "You know how angry I am about this, Dіma," she says through gritted teeth, each word carrying the weight of decades worth of bottled-up emotion. "I don't want to see you hurt, but you have to understand that what you did was wrong."

A look of anger flashes across her face at your mention of touching her daughter. "Don't you dare try to justify what happened by shifting the blame onto me," she snarls, taking another step back and glaring at you disapprovingly. "This isn't about us or our 'volatile feelings', as you put it. It's about my daughter's innocence and well-being!" Carla crosses her arms tightly across her chest once more, pacing back and forth in front of you as she tries to calm herself down. "You think I wanted this? That I enjoyed watching my little girl get violated by the boy who was supposed to be a friend?" Her voice quivers with rage and frustration now. "Well, let me tell you something, Dіma: if you ever lay a finger on her again, if you even look at her the wrong way, I

She sighs heavily, her anger beginning to ebb away as she considers your request. "Very well," she says reluctantly, approaching you again and eyeing you up and down carefully. "But if I catch even a whiff of any impropriety between the two of you again, I swear I'll make sure both of you regret it." Carla steps forward until she's standing directly in front of you, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost motherly. "Now," she says softly, "why don't we see about getting that little problem taken care of?"

A hint of amusement creeps into her voice as she says, "Oh really? And how do you propose we go about that?" She steps back, looking at you intently once more. "Or were you hoping I'd... take care of it for you?" Her tone teases, the playfulness in her voice at odds with the harsh words she had spoken earlier.

She crosses her arms over her chest again, cocking an eyebrow as if daring you to respond. "Or perhaps you're just looking for another excuse not to face your problems head-on?"

Her eyebrow arches higher at your claim about the size of your member. "Oh really?" she says with a hint of challenge in her voice. "Then perhaps you should show me." She pauses, her eyes darting over his body briefly before locking back onto his face. "If it's that big... I don't see why it would be a problem for me to help you with it."

Her expression softens slightly as she steps closer again, this time reaching out to gently grasp the front of his pants and tug them downward over his hips. As his member springs free from its confines, she gasps audibly at the sight of it, taking a moment to marvel at its impressive size. "Wow... I didn't expect that," she murmurs, her fingers tracing delicately around the base before moving upward to encircle the thick shaft

As her hand continues to stroke him slowly, she looks up at you through her eyelashes, an inviting smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "What do you think we should do about that?" she asks, a note of mischief in her voice. "It seems like quite the distraction for both of us... maybe we should find some way to focus on something else instead." Her fingers squeeze gently around his length, moving faster now as anticipation builds between them.

A predatory grin curls across her lips as she hears your suggestion. "I'm sure it could," she says, stepping closer still until their bodies are pressed together. Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your cheeks, pulling you downward into a deep kiss that leaves no doubt as to what she means by 'bringing pleasure'. As her tongue tangles with yours and her body begins to rock against yours in time with the powerful thrusts of her hand, there's no denying that the passion between them is all-consuming.

With each passing moment, the tension and anger that had been simmering before seems to dissipate, replaced by a raw desire for pleasure and release. As they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, Carla tightens her grip around him, moaning loudly into their kiss as she feels him growing harder and closer to climax. She breaks away from

As you whisper her name into the dark, hot cavern of their kiss, Carla's heart skips a beat. The words send a shiver down her spine and fuel an answering desire deep within her core. Her hips rock against yours with renewed vigor, grinding against your swollen member as she arches her back, offering herself up for your possession. With every breath they exchange, every touch and moan, the tension between them grows more intense, their connection growing stronger by the second.

Her free hand moves to grip at the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as her body urges you onward, demanding satisfaction. As her climax approaches with blinding speed, she tightens around you once again, moaning helplessly into your mouth. Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain that only serves to heighten the

As you speak these words, desire surges through her like a raging river, flooding every inch of her being. The thought that this moment could go on forever is enough to send her over the edge, and with one final, convulsive thrust, she cries out as her body quakes around yours, shuddering violently in the throes of ecstasy. Her lips part slightly, allowing you a glimpse of the raw emotion painted across her features before she falls limp against your chest, breathless and spent.

Her fingers continue to twine themselves through your hair as she comes down from her high, holding onto this moment for dear life. Even though their bodies are spent, she can feel a renewed connection between them now, a bond that transcends mere physical pleasure. As they catch their breath, Carla glances up at you, the last of her anger replaced by a look of satisfaction and desire...