Enter the penthouse with both Rick and Rebecca. immediately push your Daddy to the couch and begin to grind on him.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing Rick's sprawling penthouse. The lights automatically rise to a warm glow, illuminating the modern space with its floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing London's glittering skyline. You step out first, your enhanced breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, sending little shivers of pleasure through your sensitive nipples.

"Home sweet home," Rick announces, his hand possessively placed on the small of your back as he guides both you and Rebecca inside.

You don't waste a second. With surprising agility, you spin around to face Rick, placing both hands on his broad chest and pushing him backward. He stumbles slightly, the back of his knees hitting his plush leather sectional sofa.

"Whoa, princess," he chuckles as he falls onto the cushions, clearly delighted by your forwardness. "Someone's eager."

"Like, super eager," you confirm with a giggle, hiking up your tight red dress to straddle him. Your thighs spread wide across his lap as you settle your weight on him, feeling the hard bulge in his pants pressing against your panties. "Been thinking about this all through dinner."

You begin to roll your hips, grinding against Rick's growing erection. Your enhanced breasts sway tantalizingly close to his face with each movement, the silk fabric straining to contain them.

"Jesus Christ," Rick groans, his large hands immediately finding your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're going to be the **** of me, princess."

Rebecca stands frozen by the elevator, her eyes wide as she watches you grind against her father. Her cheeks flush crimson, her breathing visibly quickening. She takes a hesitant step forward, then another, drawn to the scene unfolding before her like a moth to flame.

"Should I... give you two some privacy?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, though she makes no move toward the guest bedroom.

You turn your head toward her, still rolling your hips against Rick's hardness. "Don't you want your nightcap?" you ask innocently, your simplified brain finding nothing wrong with the situation. "There's, like, totally room."

Rick's hands freeze on your waist as he suddenly remembers his daughter's presence. "Ashley," he murmurs, a note of caution in his voice. "Becky's still here."

"I know, Daddy," you reply with a breathy moan, grinding harder against him. "That's okay, isn't it?"

Rebecca's gaze locks with yours, something dark and hungry unfurling in her eyes. She steps closer, then perches on the arm of the sofa, close enough to touch either of you if she wanted.

"I've never seen you like this with any of your girlfriends before, Dad," she observes, her voice strangely calm despite the flush on her cheeks. "You really like her, don't you?"

Rick swallows hard, clearly uncomfortable discussing his sexual relationship with his daughter present, yet unable to push you off his lap. "Beck, maybe you should—"

"I want to stay," Rebecca interrupts, her hand moving to rest on her father's shoulder. "If that's okay with both of you."

The weight of what's happening—what could happen—hangs heavy in the air between the three of you. You continue your grinding, feeling Rick's cock twitch beneath you despite his obvious moral dilemma. Your simplified mind doesn't grasp the taboo; you only know you're making both of them excited, and that makes your pussy throb with need.

"She can stay," you declare, leaning forward to press your lips against Rick's neck, just below his ear. "I don't mind sharing, Daddy."

Rebecca's breath catches audibly, her hand tightening on her father's shoulder. Rick remains frozen in place, trapped between desire and propriety, his body betraying his arousal even as his mind struggles with what's unfolding.

"This is happening," Rebecca whispers, more to herself than anyone else. "This is actually happening."

21:20 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London