Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
The pungent smell of cummie diaper hits my nostrils as I enter my bedroom. Oh man, is there a diaper boi in my room tonight? What am I going to do about that?
I carefully make my way across the dark room. As I get closer to the source of the smell, my heart starts to race with anticipation. Suddenly, the moonlight from the window illuminates a bulging diaper bottom protruding out from under the covers of the bed. I’ve found the diaper boi.
Pungent Cummie Diaper
Quietly, I sit on the edge of the bed, gathering my courage. This is what I’ve been dreaming about – finding a diaper boi all to myself. I reach out a hand and gently caress the smooth plastic of the diaper, feeling the warm weight of its contents inside. He stirs at my touch.
Emboldened, I pull back the covers fully exposing all their diapered glory. The thick milky plastic is straining to contain the boi’s messy load. I hook a finger under the waistband and tease along the edge, brushing against his sensitive skin. He squirms and whimpers softly.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and slowly peel the diaper away, unleashing the heady musk of the boi’s diaper filling the room. I quickly strip off my own clothes and push him back, climbing on top to straddle his hips.
He melts beneath me and I feel his arousal pressing against me. I take him in hand and stroke the stiffening length as I grind my hips down. We move together in the darkness, lost in a haze of desire, urged on by the lingering scent of the soiled diaper still cooling on the rumpled bed.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248