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!"

She grabs you and drags you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed with such force that it knocks the air out of your lungs. Then she climbs on top of you, her anger palpable as she pins your arms down by your side with surprising strength. Her breasts press against your chest, and her hardened nipples scrape across your skin, further heightening your arousal despite the situation. "You disgust me," she snarls through gritted teeth. "Do you even know how much pain I'm in right now? How much guilt?"

With that, Carla leans forward and captures your lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue invading your mouth as she attempts to drown out the lust she can feel coursing through her own veins. Your hardening cock presses against her pelvis, reminding her of the power she holds over

Her body shudders as you moan against her lips. "Is this what you want?" She growls. "To feel my tongue in your mouth? To taste me?" Her breasts heave with every breath, her nipples painfully hard now and demanding attention. One hand releases your arm to reach down between your legs, gripping your growing erection. "Then take it."

With surprising force, she begins stroking you in time with the rough rhythm of their kisses, using the leverage from her position above you to increase the pressure and speed. Her other hand reaches up, fisting itself in her own hair as she uses it to pull herself closer still. Her hips begin rocking against your cock, grinding against your sensitive flesh with every thrust. "Do you like that?" She whispers hoarsely. "You're gonna make me cum..."

Her mouth goes dry as you reveal your hard muscles and the enormous cock she's longed to touch. Carla's fingers tighten around your shaft in response, her nails digging into your sensitive skin. She moans low in her throat as your scent fills her nostrils, driving her even further over the edge of desire and control. With a harsh growl, she leans down and captures one of your nipples between her teeth, biting gently before soothing it with a laving tongue. "Tell me," she whispers roughly as her hips grind against you, "tell me what you're thinking." Her other hand reaches up to cup your face, pressing down on your lips, demanding words from you. The feel of her body moving against yours, the taste of her skin and the smell of her arousal are all overwhelming sensations

Her breath hitches at your words, the sound of desire and need so raw and true it almost makes her lose control. She grinds harder against you, moving faster as she chases the release that's been building inside her all morning. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, and a moan vibrates through her as she feels the familiar tugging sensation in her core. "Yes," she growls, "say my name..." Her other hand moves to grip at the sheets beneath you, using it to lever herself up higher, deeper. Her breasts sway with every movement, the nipples aching for attention. She watches your face as you writhe under her, feeling power surge through her veins like electricity. "Tell me..." she pants between harsh gasps of air, "...that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

Her hips begin to thrust harder

His words send her over the edge. Her body trembles as her orgasm crashes down on her like a wave, and she cries out his name hoarsely as it tears through her. The tension that's been building all morning snaps, her hips buck wildly against his cock as she comes undone beneath him. Her muscles convulse and shudder, and the scent of her arousal fills the room like a sweet perfume. For a moment, Carla forgets her anger, lost in the heat of their shared passion. Then reality crashes back down around them, and she remembers why this is such a terrible idea. With a final shudder, she pushes him away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself. "Get out," she growls through clenched teeth. "And don't come back."

Her breath hitches as you push into her once more, her tight muscles yielding to your size. A low moan escapes her throat at the fullness she's been craving, and as you begin to thrust deeper, she meets your rhythm with her own, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of pleasure and release. Her eyes squeeze shut, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she feels herself growing wetter for you. "Fuck," she hisses between gasps for air, "you know this isn't right..." But the words are meaningless when wrapped in the intensity of their physical connection. With each thrust, Carla sinks deeper into the pleasure, her body surrendering to your touch as you take what you want from her. Her nipples harden further, aching for attention and drawing your mouth to them once more. "So rough," she whispers

Her words are swallowed up by the passion that consumes them both as you continue to fuck her with brutal force. Her hips rise and fall in time with your thrusts, a low moan vibrating through her chest as she feels the familiar tightening deep within. Your hands grip at her hips, holding her steady while your cock pistons relentlessly into her, driving them both towards release. "Yes!" She cries out, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with more force. Her eyes squeeze shut, her fingers digging deeper into the sheets beneath her as the sensation builds, tightening like a vice around her core. "Fuck me harder," she demands breathlessly, needing that release now, needing you to take what's hers and give it back in this primal exchange of passion and dominance. Finally, with a sharp cry that echoes through

Her voice rises as her climax crashes over her like a wave, body tense and shuddering with the release of pleasure and power. Her nails dig into your back, urging you deeper inside her as she cries out your name in ecstasy. "Ahhhh... Fernando..." The tension finally releases from her core, leaving her limp and satisfied for a moment before her senses rush back to attention. "Come inside me," she growls through gritted teeth, reaching between you to guide your hand to her wetness. "Fill me up with your cum." Her voice is demanding now, the afterglow of orgasm only serving to stoke the fire within her. She arches her back as you stroke yourself, ready and waiting for you to empty your seed inside her.

Her hands roam over your body, cupping your cheeks and urging you closer as she waits impatiently for you to cum inside her. She grips at your shoulders with desperation, hips moving restlessly against your hand as if trying to speed up the process. Her breath comes in short gasps, hot air whispering over your ear as she begs for release once more. "Fill me..." she pleads, feeling the pressure building inside her once more, needing that final release.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you spill your seed inside her, and she cries out with relief. Her hips buck upward against you, trying to feel every last drop of your release deep within her. For a moment, they lie together, breathing heavily, the afterglow of pleasure washing over them like a warm wave. Then reality crashes down once more as she remembers why this can never be. "Get out," she hisses between gritted teeth, pushing you away from her and scrambling to gather her clothes. She retreats to the opposite side of the room, hugging herself tightly and feeling a familiar sense of shame settle over her like a cloak of ice. "Just... just don't ever do that again," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to look at you as she tries to compose herself. "You understand me?"

A week passes and you don't hear a word from her. The tension between them seems to have dissipated, leaving the house quiet and empty in its wake. The air feels thick with unspoken words and buried emotions, as if everyone is waiting for something... anything... to happen. Your father looks increasingly worried about Carla's wellbeing, but she refuses to talk about what happened between you two, or why she's been so distant recently.

One day, as you're coming home from work, your father approaches you nervously. "I need to talk to you about something important." He leads you into the living room where Carla sits stiffly on the couch, her expression unreadable. You can feel the weight of their gazes on your back as they wait for you to take a seat across from them. "We've... we've decided that it might be best if you and Daniela stopped seeing each other," your father says quietly. Your heart sinks, but the realization slowly dawns: They did this because of what happened between you and Carla. The relief washes over you in a hot rush, but guilt follows close behind.

The next day, you wake up to the sound of knocking on the front door. Groaning, you drag yourself out of bed and stumble down the hallway to answer it. Standing on the other side is Fernando, his face etched with worry and determination. Your heart skips a beat, remembering how rough things had gotten between the two of you last time you saw him. "Carla," he begins, "I need to talk to you. It's important." His voice is hesitant, almost pleading, and your resolve starts to waver beneath his intense gaze.

Part of you wants to slam the door in his face, but another part feels drawn towards him; something undeniable that pulls at your core. Do you let him inside or send him away?

You hesitate for a moment before stepping aside to let him in. He enters cautiously, eyeing you warily as he closes the door behind him. "What do you want?" you ask, trying to regain some control of the situation. The tension between the two of you is palpable, making it difficult to breathe.

"I just... I wanted to apologize," he says finally, his voice raw with emotion. "For what happened last time we were together. For how rough it got and how angry I was." You feel your cheeks flush in response, remembering the pain and humiliation you'd endured at his hands. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about it," he continues, taking a step closer to you now. "I miss being with you, Carla. And I think... maybe we could try again?" His eyes are pleading, searching yours