He pulled me closer, my legs grazed the cold stone wall as I straddled him. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you more, Daddy” I replied, dipping my head into his chest and snuggling into his warmth. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, his hands caressing the underside of my thighs, feeling my ass.
Then, he slowly started to drag his finger downwards, reaching beneath me and tracing my already wet pussy through my tights. The touch made me gasp and I sat up straighter, cheeks pink.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his mischievous eyes searching mine.
I looked away, mumbling, “nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Mmhm.”
“Okay.” He said, satisfied, continuing to run his fingers up and down the seam of the tights. Teasing.
Absentmindedly I started moving a little, grinding against him. I could feel his hardening cock through his jeans, and it felt so good.
He travelled upwards under my dress, reaching the sides of my stomach. The cold skin touching mine brought me out of the daze, making me realise what I was doing. I stopped, burying my face into his shoulder.