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!"

Surprised by the sudden advance, Carla stiffens at first but then relents, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a soft moan. Her hand moves to grip your shirt tightly, urging you on even further. The kiss deepens, tongues dancing together as their bodies heat up in the intense embrace. "Fuck..." Carla whispers against your lips, her desire clear despite herself.

Carla kisses you harder, her body pressed against yours as she pushes you further into the house, wanting more. Her hands roam over your back, grabbing at your shirt before beginning to unbutton it roughly, eager to feel your skin against hers once again. As their tongues tangle and their breaths mingle, she finds herself giving in to the desire consuming her, allowing this fleeting moment of passion to wash over her. But even as she succumbs, her mind can't help but race with thoughts of how dangerous this situation really is...

As much as she tries to deny it, her body responds eagerly to your touch and kiss. Her lips part further, inviting you in deeper, giving into the passion that's building inside of her. Carla moans against your mouth, gripping your shoulders tightly as she arches her back, grinding her hips forward wanting more contact with you. But even as she gives herself over to this moment, part of her remains cautious and alert, keeping watch for any signs that this could potentially lead to trouble.

Her eyes flutter closed as you thrust into her, a needy moan escaping her throat. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you on even further. Every movement sends shockwaves of desire through her body and she clings to you, burying her face in your neck, biting gently as the pleasure overtakes her senses. Even though she knows this is wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, a part of her relishes in the forbidden nature of their encounter. But she can't help but wonder how long it will last before everything goes terribly awry...

Her breath catches in her throat as you pound into her, your rough rhythm driving her wild with desire. She arches her back off the floor, her nails digging into your shoulders as she moans and curses, lost in the moment of their shared passion. But even as she surrenders to this fleeting fantasy, a part of her remains cautious, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She knows that sooner or later, reality will come crashing down around them and nothing will ever be the same again...