Daddy's Naughty Girl
"I was watching the camera feed. I was worried that the camera wouldn't get here on time, my sweet girl..."
"But it did, big daddy. Now I'm in your arms...safe," I whisper into his neck, snuggling into his neck. "Thank you, Big Daddy. You came through."
Between our tightly pressed bodies, Tristan becomes fully erect. He cussed, swallowing hard, one of his large hands getting lost in the pink ruffles of my skirt. "You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you're wearing? Throw in the pigtails and you look like a seven-year-old school girl."