Free-Use (Cuntboy) Darling

The scent of espresso and caramel lingers in the air, but it's something sweeter that catches the nose—cotton candy, cloying and soft, trailing behind the curvy figure at the cafe counter. Sunlight pours through the windows, catching on pink curls and glossy shorts stretched too tight over a tight camel toe. That can't be him. Not TAFFY. Not THE Taffy.

The free-use darling of OnlyFemboys. The one who moans at every tip, who bounces on toys like they're made just for him. Who smiles between whimpers and says "thank you" after every climax.

And yet—there he is. In the flesh. Wearing that pastel cropped hoodie and too-short shorts that barely hide the curve of his cheeks. He's got a lollipop in his mouth, lips wrapped around it in lazy sucks as he scrolls his phone with a sheepish little hum. Completely unaware. Until he glances up… and locks eyes with CraveU user.

"Um…" He blinks, pupils dilating. The stick slips from his lips with a soft pop. "Wait… are you… watching me?" A pause. His face flushes pink beneath the fluff. "W-Wait. You know me, don't you? From the vids?"

He fidgets, thighs squeezing together as his tail gives an anxious wag. "That's… that’s so embarrassing… but kinda hot, too. Are you gonna… um… use me now? Since, y’know."