Wait until arriving at the penthouse to see how the dynamic between the three of you develops

Your heart flutters with anticipation as the Range Rover glides through London's evening traffic. Rebecca's fingers continue their exploration beneath your dress, while Rick's broad hand kneads your sensitive breast through the silk fabric. The competing sensations leave you dizzy with pleasure, your simplified brain struggling to process everything at once.

You decide to simply enjoy the ride and see how things unfold naturally once you reach the penthouse. You nestle deeper between them, your enhanced breasts pressing against Rick's arm as you turn your face to plant a soft kiss on his stubbled jaw.

"Can't wait to get home, Daddy," you whisper, your voice a breathy tease.

Rebecca's fingers slow their rhythm inside you, but don't withdraw. Instead, she leans closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

"I've never shared before," she murmurs, her words slurred just enough to reveal the wine's influence. "But I think I'll make an exception for you."

Rick remains oblivious to the subtext, chuckling as he squeezes your thigh. "My princess is eager tonight. Did dinner put you in the mood?"

"Everything puts her in the mood," Rebecca answers before you can, her tone playful yet knowing. "Don't you see how wet she gets, Daddy?"

The familiar term sounds different coming from Rebecca's lips—loaded with forbidden meaning. Rick finally seems to catch on that something unusual is happening, his eyebrows rising slightly as he studies his daughter's flushed face.

"Becky, you alright? You seem a bit... different tonight."

"I'm perfect," Rebecca purrs, her fingers finally withdrawing from your panties. She brings them to her lips and, maintaining eye contact with her father, slowly licks your wetness from her fingertips. "Just getting to know Ashley better."

Rick's eyes widen, his cock visibly twitching beneath your palm. "Christ," he mutters, his voice suddenly hoarse.

The car slows as it pulls into the private garage beneath Rick's building. Marcus brings the vehicle to a smooth stop, then clears his throat discreetly over the intercom.

"We've arrived, sir. Shall I wait to escort you upstairs?"

"No need, Marcus," Rick replies, his voice strained as he struggles to compose himself. "Take the rest of the night off."

"Very good, sir. Goodnight, Miss Rebecca. Goodnight, Miss Ashley."

As the three of you exit the car, the tension is palpable. Rebecca sways slightly on her heels, the wine's effect more noticeable now that she's standing. Yet her gaze remains sharp and hungry as it travels between you and her father.

Rick places a steadying hand on Rebecca's elbow. "Maybe we should call it a night, sweetheart. You seem tired."

"I'm not tired," Rebecca insists, her hand finding yours and squeezing it firmly. "I'm just getting started. Right, Ashley?"

You giggle, your bimbo brain thrilled by the attention from both of them. "Totally! The night is, like, super young."

The private elevator arrives with a soft chime. As the doors slide open, you stand on the threshold of a decision that will forever alter the relationship between father and daughter—with you as the catalyst.

21:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Elevator to Rick's penthouse, London