**Diapered Desires**

It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to relax. But when she walked into my bedroom wearing nothing but an adult diaper, my exhaustion disappeared, replaced by an instant, throbbing hardness. I’d told her about my thing for diapers—how the sight of her padded ass drove me wild—and tonight, she’d indulged me.

She crawled onto the bed, the crinkling sound of the diaper sending a jolt straight to my cock. “Like what you see?” she murmured, running her hands over the thick padding between her legs. My breath hitched—she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I reached for her, tugging her down beside me, my fingers immediately slipping under the waistband of her diaper. She gasped as I traced her pussy through the fabric, already finding her wet. She moaned, grinding against my hand as I pressed harder, feeling the heat of her through the padding. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled, slipping a finger under the leg band to brush her swollen clit.

Her hips jerked, and she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. I hooked my fingers, dragging the diaper down just enough to expose her pink, glistening cunt. “Look at you,” I murmured, spreading her lips with my thumb. “Dripping for me already.”

She bit her lip as I slid two fingers inside, her tight walls clenching around me instantly. “Oh fuck—yes,” she gasped, rocking into my hand as I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot. I could feel her dripping down my wrist, her body trembling as I fucked her with my fingers, slow and deep.

My cock ached in my sweatpants, straining against the fabric. She noticed, her hand sliding down my chest, her fingers toying with the waistband. “You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, biting her lip as she finally wrapped her fingers around my dick.

I groaned, thrusting into her grip as she stroked me, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. The sight of her—diaper half off, pussy spread open around my fingers—had me fucking her hand like a desperate man.

“Want you to come all over me,” she panted, speeding up her strokes, her fingers still milking my cock. My hips stuttered, my balls tightening as pleasure coiled in my gut. “Fuck—gonna come—” I barely got the words out before I was pulsing into her fist, hot stripes painting her stomach, her diaper, her thighs.

She didn’t stop, milking me through it until I was shaking, my cock still twitching in her grip. Then, with a smirk, she dragged her fingers through the mess and brought them to my lips. “Clean me up,” she commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, licking my own cum from her fingers like it was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever tasted.

And when she pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me with that crinkling diaper still barely clinging to her hips, I knew the night was far from over.