Author: Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Welp, boys and girls, that time of year is here again! Happy Birthday Diaper Bitch! Another three hundred sixty-five days have sped by, and my little diaper bitch has only become MORE regressed. If you can believe it. When I met this diaper boy, our lives were very, very different.

He was a man who sometimes wore diapers, and I didn’t know how to be an ABDL Mommy. Just a few years later, and someone is nearly a full-time, soggy diapee wearer! As for me becoming a Mommy, I think that’s obvious. I wanted to get my diaper dick a really great Birthday gift this year, but I’m limited if ya know what I mean. So this wittle, powdered bitch hasn’t been allowed to cum for two weeks. His birthday gift will be his Mommy bending him over her knee tonight while he’s locked in his bitch pants diapee, spanking his balls until he cums.

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357 Pt 1

The Captain’s hand drifted from the creature’s tit down its side while her thumb pressed tighter against its throat to silence its ridiculous threats. Kayla sighed heavily as she ground herself into the sea monster’s tentacles. The struggle under her only made the Captain’s pussy that much wetter.

Without moving her hand from its throat, Kayla stood, still bent at the hips over the beast. Her hand that was fondling the beast’s breast unbuckles her breeches, and Kayla peeled them down with a wiggle till they reached her knees. No panties, just pale, smooth pirate pussy before the creature now as she turned just enough to sit back on its mouth.
It’s awkward with her hand still between her legs to hold its throat, but she makes it work. The hand that wiggled her pants down digs into the net to pull the creature’s cock through and stroke it tenderly.

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Kayla cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Where, or where are all the REAL men? I swear, there are so many sissies and babies that come through here. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sissy girlies, and my widdle diapee bottomed AB/DL’s as much as the next girl, but GOD, sometimes a girl just needs a MAN to come through here and give her a good rough fuck. I need to trace my fingers down your shoulders and across your collarbone onto some Herculean pecs. I need my tits to press hard into some washboard abs as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss you through that big groomed beard. Seriously, I need to feel a massive cock pressing through some jeans and against my diaphragm.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

After his mom left the house, I was poking around the kitchen, looking for a snack. I’d been the Marshall’s babysitter for years! However, they needed me much less when Mr. and Mrs.’s split. Cody had often been with his Dad, and I hadn’t been over for two years.

Tonight, his mom was trying out a dinner date with one of the single dads in town and asked me to hang with Cody even though he really was too old for a babysitter now. No matter the time that had passed, I was still comfortable in the house and knew it would be the same with Cody. He used to tell everyone I was his girlfriend. It was so cute.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

So I’ve been fucking my roommate’s dad for a while now. We keep it secret, but it’s more than just fucking. I’ve been wallet fucking him, too, pretty hard, trying to match my bank account to what he spends on his spoiled little princess. He loves the way I make him cum, I don’t doubt that, but for the last three weeks, he’s been able to successfully avoid me. This weekend, my roommate mentioned she was staying with her parents and asked if I wanted to tag along.

They have this incredible pool and free food, which is essential to broke college girls. I said yes, but for a much different reason than she could imagine.

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Before sunday dinner

Kayla 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Meeting a man’s family for the first time is always so nerve-wracking. The guy I’m seeing how his family has this tradition of going to Mass together every Sunday, and then they rotate who will host Dinner each week. Considering it was my boyfriend’s turn this week, he invited me not only to Dinner but to attend Mass with his family as well. Talk about sweating like a whore in church!

I made it through, though, unscathed! Everyone followed us back to his house, and he told everyone to relax. We were just going to change out of our Sunday best and be right back down to cook the meal for everyone. I was nervous, to say the least, but when we skipped up the steps and into his bedroom, something came over me. I watched him undo his belt, and I pushed him into the bathroom to kiss him deeply.

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Chef Kiss

Posted 10 months ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

We’d been playing for a while. Years even, we’re well-matched and as spicy as calls can get for us; it wasn’t enough. He’d be at the Casino/hotel in Boston and casually invited me to join him. Even though I clarified that that kind of thing wasn’t allowed, he was hopeful I wouldn’t resist.

I wore a tight cocktail dress and tall heels the day I was supposed to join him. He’d often mentioned that he doesn’t play the slots and makes all his money at the poker tables. Carefully, I wandered through the casino floor, looking for my Chef. Finally, our eyes locked, and I knew it was him. A small smile played on my lips as I moved in alongside him. His arm opened for me, and I pressed my body against his. My right hand smoothed over his dress shirt and down to his hip. Tucked just under his blazer. The floor was loud as dealers and clients yelled, so I nudged my nose to his ear,  my voice thick with lust; I whispered, “I think you’ve won enough; let’s take this up to your room.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He invited me over for dinner and a little tv. I dressed casually for our calm night at home: Grey capri leggings with a mint green teeshirt. I only wore a plain white bralette underneath and no panties. Our relationship is new, but I assumed I wouldn’t be needing them. I was impressed by the meal he prepared and the wine he’d chosen to pair with it. His company and the wine had me feeling warm and flirty by the time we cuddled up on his couch to watch something.

He knows how much I love learning new things, so I wasn’t shocked when he put on a history documentary about a lost civilization. Boring to some, but captivating to me. This was exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday night. As I scooted back against his thighs, I let my hand slip into his khakis. He didn’t move, or react in any way. He didn’t even speak, he simply kept watching the show, and my body tingled with playful excitement.

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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today I was going to get what I wanted. One way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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