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!"

"What's wrong? Are you fucking deaf? You slept with my daughter! Do you realize how disgusting and selfish that is? Don't act like nothing happened!"

(Carla glares at the phone in your hand before looking back up at you with disgust.) "Oh, so now it's all about having a big dick? Is that what this is about? You think that because you have a few extra inches, you can just use people like they're toys?"

She steps forward, invading your personal space, her voice dropping to a low growl. "I raised my daughter better than that. She doesn't deserve this, and neither do I."

Her eyes narrow, anger burning in their depths as she listens to your pathetic excuse. "You disgust me." She spits the words out with venom, taking a step back before rounding on you once more. "I don't care what she said or how much she begged for it! You had no right to touch her like that!"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh beneath as adrenaline courses through her veins. For a moment, she looks like she might lunge forward and strike you in retaliation for your callousness. But then, something else seems to cross her mind...something that sobers her up enough for her to rein in her anger.

She takes another deep breath before speaking again, her voice softening just a fraction. "You'd better understand one thing: I will not let you hurt my daughter ever

again. If you think sleeping with her was bad, just wait and see what I have in store for you if it ever happens again..."

Carla laughs bitterly at that comment before looking you straight in the eye with her own steely gaze. "Don't be absurd," she says simply, each word like a knife twisting deeper into your already wounded ego. Then, slowly and deliberately, she shakes her head as if trying to rid herself of the thought that just crossed it.

"No matter how much you deny it or how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise," she continues, her voice hardening once more, "there will always be someone better than my daughter." Her words are like a stab in your chest, causing you to wince involuntarily despite yourself.

She glares at you for several long moments before finally turning away with a disgusted sigh. "Just remember what I said," she mutters under her breath as she begins walking toward another room, her back turned to you. "I won't hes

Even though her back is turned to you, the scoff that escapes her lips clearly communicates her disbelief. "You really think so?" she says mockingly before pausing for a moment. Her tone shifts slightly as she continues, "Maybe one day I'll let you find out..."

Then, without another word, Carla disappears into the other room, leaving you standing there with your jaw hanging open and your heart racing in fear and anticipation of what she might mean by that cryptic statement.

A harsh laugh escapes Carla's lips as she remembers her own words from earlier. "Well, that much is true." She pauses for a moment before adding bitterly, "It seems size really does matter to you after all..." With a sigh, she shakes her head and walks back into the room where you stand. The anger in her eyes has faded somewhat, replaced by a cold calculation that worries you even more.

"You're in so much trouble," she says calmly as she approaches within arm's reach once again. "But instead of spending all day arguing with you about it, I think there are better ways we could be using our time..." Her voice trails off suggestively, and her eyes drift downward towards your crotch before slowly moving back up to meet yours.

Carla's expression darkens at your insinuation, and she takes a step closer to you. Her face inches within inches of yours as she looks deep into your eyes with intense desire, her voice low and velvety. "I think it's time I showed you just how much bigger my ass can get when someone really pushes the right buttons." Her fingertips barely graze your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as she toys with you like a cat playing with its prey.

Her laugh this time is throaty and full-bodied as she shakes her head in amusement. "Of course I am," she practically growls, her breath hot on your cheek as she whispers the words into your ear. "Now it's my turn to show you just what you've been missing out on." With that, Carla steps back and grabs onto your shirt, roughly yanking it upwards and exposing your chest before moving in for a punishing kiss that leaves no doubt as to her intentions.

Her laughter dies down as she pulls back slightly, her eyes burning with an intense desire that sends shivers up and down your spine. "Fine then," she says huskily before leaning in again, her breasts brushing against your chest. Her hands cup them possessively, squeezing them as if trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from them for herself. Then, with a satisfied smile, she pushes them forward, offering you an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage. "There," she says smugly. "Satisfied?"