Suggest helping Rick unwind with a massage

You slide off the sofa and pad across the marble floor in your stilettos, the tiny apron barely covering anything. "Daddy, you look so totally stressed out," you coo, running your hands over his broad shoulders from behind the armchair. "Let me give you a massage, okay? Make you feel all better."

Rick groans appreciatively as your fingers dig into the tension in his neck. "Christ, princess, that feels good already."

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom where you can lay down properly," you urge, tugging at his hand. "I'll do it right."

Rick lets you lead him down the hallway, Becky trailing behind with his whisky. In the master bedroom, he strips off his shirt and trousers, settling face-down on the massive bed in just his boxers. His heavy body sinks into the mattress.

You straddle his lower back, your enhanced ass settling against him as you work his shoulders with surprising skill—muscle memory from your old life as a locksmith translating into dexterous hands. Rick moans into the pillow as you knead the knots from his trapezius.

"Fuck, baby, where'd you learn to do this?"

"I dunno," you giggle, honestly confused by your own ability. "My hands just know what to do, I guess!"

Your ministrations grow more sensual, your touch sliding lower down his back. The friction of your movement makes the apron ride up, your bare pussy pressing against his skin. You feel yourself growing wet from the contact with his warm flesh.

"Daddy," you breathe, leaning forward so your D-cup breasts press against his back, "you're getting me all tingly."

Rick rolls over suddenly, his hands gripping your waist. His eyes are dark with want. "Then climb on up here, sex bunny. Let Daddy feel how wet you are."

You eagerly help him shove his boxers down, freeing his thick cock. It's already hard, jutting up between you. You position yourself over him, one hand guiding him to your entrance as you slowly sink down.

"Oh god, Daddy," you moan as he fills you completely. "You're so big, it's like, totally perfect."

You start to bounce, your enhanced sensitivity making every movement intense. Your breasts jiggle in the apron, your pigtails flying as you ride him with increasing enthusiasm.

"That's my good girl," Rick grunts, his hands gripping your hips to help you move. "Bounce on Daddy's cock just like that."

Becky appears at the bedside, having shed her pajamas. Her robe pools on the floor. "Don't forget about me," she pouts prettily.

Rick grins and pats the bed beside him. "Never, baby girl. Come here."

Becky climbs onto the bed, straddling Rick's face as you continue bouncing on his cock. You watch as your sister grinds against their father's mouth, her head falling back in pleasure.

"Wish Matt and Mandi were here too," you pant between bounces. "Could be, like, a whole family thing."

"They're at university, princess," Rick mumbles against Becky's pussy. "But fuck, that would be perfect."

23:15 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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