My friend Allan is such a pervert. He's always got one thing on his mind: diapers. Two things if you count the girl in them. He barely even notices me getting home, too wrapped up in scrolling through diaper girl photo after diaper girl photo on the computer. As soon as we've greeted each other, he asks me about my diaper. If I'm wearing one, if it's wet... I indulge him and show him my disposable diaper underneath my shorts - and sure enough, it is wet. Too wet: as soon as I begin to dribble into my already soaked diaper, the leak guards fail and spill my warm pee onto his knee. He throws me off, shocked at the sensation of warmth on his pant leg. For someone so obsessed with diapers, I would expect him to be more grateful - a diaper girl, in the flesh, using her diaper right on him! But instead he seems angry over the leak. I'm livid - he can't just throw me off of him like that! Well, if he was so desperate to see the state of my diaper, he should have been more appreciative. I'll show him. Quickly, I grab his hair and toss him to the floor. I straddle his face with my soaked disposable diaper, his cries muffled by the squishy, saturated padding. It feels so good to press my warm diaper against his face, squeezing more of my piss out of the leg gathers and onto his face. I ride his face until I cum hard, trembling from the strong orgasm. Upon standing, I see he's leaking too - precum, in his pants. His pleasure is none of my concern, so I leave him there, wanting.