Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
The house was finally silent after I had spent almost two hours wrangling my ABDL babies into their cribs and onesies. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of pacifiers clicking against their teeth and the gentle crinkle of diapers under cozy pajamas. My Mama responsibilities had been satisfied for the night, but as I smoothed the blankets over my slumbering boys, a different, more adult kind of restlessness began to creep into my veins.
I retreated to my bedroom and caught my reflection in the vanity mirror, noting the faint traces of baby powder on my sleeve and the slight exhaustion crinkling the corners of my eyes. A wicked, mischievous smile spread across my face as I peeled off my clothes. The “Mommy” persona was effectively off-duty and in its place, the woman who craved a bit of high-octane, grown-up attention was screaming for a release that had absolutely nothing to do with lullabies.
satisfied for the night
I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts with a hum of anticipation. My thumb hovered over the name of a guy whose texts were consistently and unapologetically filthy.
The contrast between the nursery down the hall and the fantasy forming in my head was so sharp it almost made me laugh out loud. Moments later, I typed out a quick, suggestive message, and hit send. I didn’t want to have a polite conversation, and I certainly didn’t want to talk about feelings or domestic bliss. What I wanted was a hot guy to show up, fuck my brains out, and remind me that I’m a woman with needs that extend far beyond emotional support and bedtime stories.
Moments later, he replied. He was free, he was nearby, and he was clearly ready for whatever trouble I had in mind. Mmmm…perfect! I quickly checked the baby monitor one last time. The glowing green screen showing my peaceful little sleepers. They were completely oblivious to the fact that their Mama was about to indulge in some decidedly adult mischief.
I touched up my lipstick and headed for the front door, feeling like a teen sneaking out for the night rather than a mother of two ABDL babies. The cool night air hit my face as I stepped onto the porch. He was already in my driveway. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he nibbled on my neck.
We stumbled into the house, trying to be quiet, and made our way to my bedroom. As soon as I gently closed the door, he dropped to his knees and pulled my panties down to my ankles, so he could tongue fuck my already wet pussy until I squirted.
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