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Chris was a lanky, 23-year-old man with a longstanding habit of dramatically sighing whenever I produced his diaper from my sleeve. Like a magician with big tits. “Cory,” he’d say, his eyes rolling toward the cosmos, “must you always do the dramatic crinkle thing?”
I couldn’t help it! The crinkle was my love language. One particularly memorable Tuesday, as I prepared to unleash the crinkle on his post-chili-calamity mess, I realized I’d accidentally bought the “super-squishy, ultra-quiet” eco-diapers. Panic set in faster than Chris could say “I’m totally fine, really.”
Diaper Magician
For three days, I’d experimented with a grim, near-silent routine, leaving me adrift in a void of “meh.” I’d even resorted to crumpling a big bag of receipts, just to get my auditory fix. By day four, I’d staged a dramatic comeback with a roll of disposables. Their crinkle was so crisp, it could’ve been used as a sound effect in a Bond movie. Chris, ever the voice of reason, flatly stated, “You’re a little weird,” but I knew he loved me anyway.
During movie marathons, we’d play “Diaper Crinkle Karaoke,” where I’d time the unpeeling to action-movie explosions or romantic-comedy swoons. “There’s a reason I picked the ‘epic hero’s journey’ pack,” I’d declare, while Chris facepalmed into a throw pillow.
On rainy days, we’d crank up the crinkle volume, turning the bathroom into a DIY studio for our “Cory & Chris Crinkle Cabaret.” I once convinced him to record the sound for use as a ringtone, which led to an entire week of his phone blaring “crinkle, crinkle, crinkle” every time he got a text from his mom. “Now she’s confused,” he groaned. “Is this a baby? Or is this a plastic grocery bag? Is this normal for a boy like you?” she would ask. Ah, but it was beautiful. As far as I was concerned, it was art.
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