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Dirrtydaddy

Gender: Gender Neutral

Age: 30

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Number of Confessions : 2

Confessions by Dirrtydaddy:

- Fetishes and Kinky Sex -

Gender Neutral / 30

Busty Friends Mum Doms Me As I Finally Get To Experience This

mommy.. not mine.. busty.. watched me grown up..
well.. fuck she comes with latex and roped tits.
orders me to fucking get hard for her.. the veins start to buldge.
my cock ring gets so thight.. get bust lifts heavy..
dominate me i groan. she arches her huge breasts and slides slowly.
slide as my cock throbs and pumps precum in her.. neverending orgasm...

i pump my precum gushing my cock spraying her inside.. the cock trembles
the veins throb.. it throbs.. but not cumming.. dry orgasm..
every thrust feels more rough.. i want to go deeper in her..
she orders me:
now get as hard as you can on slide that cock slowly look into my eyes i order you
as my cock gets thight as fuck in her c**t, i see her nipples get harder too
she grabs my throat and says:
-you don't cum.. you slide that big fucking cock until i cum on you.
-yes mistress i groan throught clenched teeth as my body shivers and shakes

i push that fucking big cock splitting her appart.. she screams..
as if she submitted for me that kind of moment.. i hold her throat as she convulses and shakes
her pussy is gushing on my penis slowly riding me with random shivers.
she tells me:
-now you are mine
-yes mistress..
-you are my slave now
-yes mistress i am you slave

she saw my picture - she says
your huge cock and muscles made me crave sex again.. she says
i tell her that i was fantasizing about her about her huge bust.. since i was young
she says i know - smirking in dominating way.. sliding.. down..
As her pussy still gushes on my cock while she hold my throat and edges me to infinity..

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# 83118 - by Dirrtydaddy / November 4, 2026

- Fetishes and Kinky Sex -

Gender Neutral / 30

Busty Nympho Mommy Nextdoors Make Me Her Pleasure Tool

She stood in my doorway like a judgment I'd been waiting for my whole life.

The latex caught the hallway light first—black, glossy, poured over her body like liquid armor. Her breasts were bound beneath it, roped somehow, the fabric pulling taut across the swell of them in ways that made my throat go dry. I'd seen her a thousand times. The neighbor. The one who watched me grow up from across the fence, who'd wave from her porch while I mowed the lawn, whose eyes I'd catch lingering when I'd come home from the gym shirtless.
But I'd never seen her like this.

"Don't just stand there," she said, and her voice was different too—lower, harder, stripped of the polite neighborly warmth. "Get inside before someone sees."
I stepped back, and she walked past me into my apartment. The smell of her—sandalwood and sweat and something metallic, like want. She turned to face me, and I saw the leather crop in her right hand. I hadn't noticed it before. I hadn't noticed a lot of things.

"Lock the door."

I did. My hands were shaking. Not from fear.

She walked to the center of my living room, the one I'd never let anyone into, the one with the blackout curtains and the soundproofing I'd told myself was for my music production. She looked around, taking in the equipment in the corner, the cage I'd never used with anyone, the suspension hooks bolted into the ceiling beam.

"Interesting setup for a man who claims to be vanilla."

"I never claimed that."

"No," she said, turning back to me. "You never did. You just let people assume."

She set the crop down on my coffee table and reached up to her throat, unzipping the latex just enough to free the ropes beneath. I watched her fingers work the knots, watched the pressure release, watched her breasts settle heavier, fuller, the latex molding to them like a second skin.

"Get hard for me."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I opened my mouth to say something—I don't know what—but she cut me off.

"Don't talk. Don't think. Just do what I told you."

My cock stirred against my jeans. I hadn't even registered wanting it, but my body already knew. Already obeyed.

"Better," she said. "But not good enough."

She walked toward me, slow, deliberate, the latex creaking with each step. She stopped inches away, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her skin, close enough that I could see the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the ones I'd watched deepen over the years, the ones I'd fantasized about touching with my thumbs.

She reached down and palmed me through my jeans, squeezing, assessing. "You're holding back."

"I'm not."

"You are. I can feel it." Her hand found my belt, unbuckled it one-handed, slid my jeans down my hips. My cock sprang free, half-hard, the base already straining against the cock ring I always wore—a habit, a reminder, a promise to myself.

She looked at it. Then she looked at me.

"That's better. But I said *hard*. I want to see the veins. I want to see what you've been hiding from me all these years."

She didn't touch me again. She just stood there, watching, waiting, her hand resting on her hip, her eyes never leaving mine. And my body responded like it had been trained for this, like every night I'd spent alone in this apartment, every fantasy I'd never admitted to anyone, had been rehearsal for this moment.

The blood rushed in. The veins rose along the shaft, blue and thick and pulsing. The ring tightened, a familiar pressure, a boundary I'd learned to love.

"Good boy," she said, and the words hit me somewhere deeper than desire. "Now come here."

She led me to the couch—my couch, where I'd sat a thousand times watching movies alone, eating takeout, pretending I didn't spend half my waking hours imagining what it would feel like to be commanded. She sat down, spread her legs, and I saw that the latex didn't cover everything. She was bare beneath, wet, ready.

"Mount me."

I knelt between her thighs, and the sight of her—roped breasts, slick c**t, that look in her eyes like she'd already won—made my cock ache. I slid into her in one slow, burning motion, and she gasped, her head falling back, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"Don't you dare come," she said, her voice strained but still commanding. "You move when I tell you to move. You stop when I tell you to stop. You don't come until I say so."

"Yes, mistress."

The words came out before I could think about them, and she smiled—a real smile, the first one I'd ever seen on her that wasn't polite or neighborly or fake. It was hungry.

"Good. You learn fast."

She made me move slow. Torture-slow. Each thrust a deliberate slide, every inch a negotiation. I watched her face as I moved inside her, watched the way her lips parted, the way her eyes glazed over, the way her body began to tremble around me.

"Faster," she said, and I obeyed.

The sound of us filled the room—wet and rhythmic and raw. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my w

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# 83117 - by Dirrtydaddy / November 4, 2026