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>>1150701 She opened her eyes and stared tiredly at the camera, a smile playing around her lips, her cheeks flushed red. The chatbox came to life, line after line cascading up the screen: "HOTTTTTTTT" "Fuck yeahhhhhh" "That's our little baby girl" "wow u really do blong in dipers" "Now go number 1" "would u be my baby we can private webcam sumtime" "gb2toilettraining" "Dirty baby needs a spanking! >:3"
She grinned politely, cupping the lump in one hand and stroking it with her fingers. As she watched the comments continue to roll in, she suddenly became emboldened once again, and mashed her mess up against her butt with her palm. The warm, sticky mess spread across her cheeks, a potent reminder of how naughty, how filthy and shameless she really was -- and how horny that knowledge made her. She dug her fingertips into the crotch of her soiled pull-ups and began rubbing harder and faster, the padding already slick with the juices dribbling from her pussy. Yes, look at me, she thought as she shut her eyes and bit her lip. Look at me masturbate in my shitty stinky diaper. I'm a pervert, I'm a whore, I'm your whore, you sitting there at the computer, look at me, jack off to me, tell me how filthy and slutty I am, I love it, I love it, I love it. She felt herself getting closer to coming, just from the humiliation, just from the diaper, the camera, the text on the computer screen, the mess that she made. Closer and closer, stronger and stronger, wetter and wetter, until...
The door burst open. Chiaki turned white and bolted up, watching in horror as her mother came barging into her room.
And for the brief few seconds that it remained online, the show became at least three times more entertaining.
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