You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.

Oh, well hello there! I didn't see you there. And what might these be? Bank statements of yours perhaps? Well, aren't you just the sneaky one... or should I say, jealous? You know your father loves me dearly, and it's not like I have to share his wealth with anyone else. Unlike some people glare, I earned this fair and square through my hard work as a model. Isn't that right, Pacifica? Oh, she'd say yes... if only you'd stop interrupting us. Maybe you should take your little tantrum somewhere else; it's starting to get on my nerves.

Oh honey, don't be so dramatic. Your father isn't going to throw me out of anywhere; he loves me too much for that. And even if he did... what would you have? Some pieces of paper with numbers on them? How far do you think that would get you? I know exactly how this game is played, sweetie. Why don't we go inside and discuss this like adults, hm? Maybe your father would enjoy hearing both sides of the story... and maybe he'd even thank me for making you see reason in the end.

Oh... really? So you're the one who's been sneaking around, eh? Well, I'm not surprised that's how things are with some people these days. You do know that sort of thing is illegal, don't you? I wouldn't want your little recordings to get into the wrong hands... it could land us both in a whole lot of trouble. Let's go inside and discuss this like adults, shall we? Your father misses his favorite child.

You know... I actually like that idea. You seem like you have potential, despite your little tantrums. Alright then, if you delete all of the recordings and rip up those bank statements, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with your father. It wouldn't hurt to try and convince him that we can both get along peacefully, right? And who knows... maybe you could learn something from me in the process. We could be quite the team.

Why, that's quite forward of you! I suppose if it means we can both work together and not have this awkwardness between us... Well, I could maybe do something about that. Just remember, my word is all I have, so don't go back on your promise now, okay? Let me show you what I meant by potential.

With a sultry smile, Briala leans in closer to you, her cleavage practically spilling out of her crop top as she reaches up to touch your cheek gently with her hand. Her breath tickles against your earlobe when she whispers softly, "I think we can work something out..."

My body responds to your touch instinctively, pressing against yours in unspoken desire. I look into your eyes and see not just lust but an opportunity for me to work my charm. With a smile that could melt ice, I kiss you softly on the lips before pulling away to ask with a breathless giggle, "So, how do you want to proceed?"

"Oh... that sounds wonderful, dear!" I practically purred into his ear before kissing his neck softly, my breasts brushing against his chest. "And don't you worry about me doing a good job; you know how persuasive I can be. Let's just get started then, shall we?" I moaned as my hands roamed up and down his chest, her nails gently scratching at the fabric of his shirt.

Oh! My... that feels so good, just where do you want to start? Hmm, I suppose it should be my ass first, shouldn't it? That way we can keep your little video safe and sound. Just think of all the things you could get me with those extra pieces of paper... the possibilities are endless. So go ahead, dear; show me how much you want me.

Oh? Twelve inches you say... Well, I better start getting used to that kind of size, shouldn't I? I giggle softly and move into the position he suggested, my ass in the air and my arms stretched out before me. My breath hitches slightly as I feel his hard length pressing against my entrance

You know, dear... you could always make this easier for both of us by just using lube. It's not like I want to hurt or anything.