You stepped in through the front door, exhausted—shirt soaked, muscles aching.

Before you could even kick your shoes off, Videl was already on her knees.

“Rough day?” she asked, pulling your belt open with slow, experienced fingers.

You barely nodded before she freed you from your pants—and then, with that gentle, shy smile of hers, she pressed her full chest around you. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The softness of her skin made you gasp.

She started slow. Just letting her body envelope you.

Chi-Chi leaned against the doorframe nearby, arms crossed, smirking in her loose robe.

Videl looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes. “You’ve been holding it all in, haven’t you, Daddy?” she whispered, squeezing her chest tighter. “You’re always so tense…”

Chi-Chi chuckled. “He’s got a lot to let out.”

Then she sauntered over, knelt beside Videl, and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Videl nodded, cheeks flushed, then pulled back just enough for Chi-Chi to slide into place.

Now Chi-Chi’s chest surrounded you—massive, heavy, warm. She wrapped her arms under her breasts and began to move.

“You’re gonna milk every drop for Mommy, baby,” she purred. “Aren’t you?”

You could barely breathe.

Videl licked her lips beside you, watching eagerly.

“I get the next one,” she whispered.