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(Hopefully the database is now stable.)
Daario nodded slowly. “My Queen…” he breathed through his intensifying groans of the pleasure. He began to flex his hips back and forth, adding some motion the way Dany stroked his throbbing length… now fully tentpoling in the front of his diaper.
The softness of the nappy, the shared secrecy of wearing them with Daenerys, and the way the queen was positively glowing with pleasure… all added to his arousal. The sellsword felt the fire building up in his loins. This wasn’t going to take much longer.
“My Queen,” Daario breathed once again. He reached out a hand and smoothed Dany’s hair a little, softly stroking her cheek as well. Flexing a little harder, rubbing his front of his diaper more firmly against Dany’s hand, in synch with her stroking, he then whispered in her ear…
“My Queen, I’m ready to come…”
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