The life of disposable diapers

I really love disposable diapers diapers for the pleasure and protection they gives me every day. I love diapers for they make me happy and give me a good life as a DL with dysfunctional incontinence. They are ready to be drowned by me and sacrifise their lives and allow me to drench them a whole day.

Unfortunatelly their destiny is that all diapers have to sacrifice their lives to please the user and be drowned over and over again until they slowly and helplessly are drowned to death. I smile at it and feel really proud of what I have done to them. My diapers are my daily friends forever, always ready to be pained and suffering their lives for me while I slowly drowns them to death, thats why they are called disposable diapers.

Disposable diapers are condemned to always and every day entertain me with several dry orgasms as a gift from them while I play with them and slowly drowns them over and over again until the very end while they slowly are drowned to die just for me and can not please me anymore.

My big amazing butt must be an even more terrible destiny for my diapers as they are even more pained when I sit on my jelly pads and slowly squeeze them to death. Then it's time for other diapers to please me and give me multiple orgasms while they slowly face the same painful and ferocious fate that all the other diapers have to do. But, on the other hand ....who cares about this, they're just diapers anyway and I love them soo much I drowns them of love.[/i]

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Made me to stop and think about how much my disposable diapers do for me. They made happy, comfortable, dry, keep me clean.