He Told Me How Pink Your Pussy Was

????️ FILE LOG: UNSANCTIONED CONFESSION

The subject engages in a prolonged act of vocal dominance, rationalizing betrayal while seducing the listener into climax. Civilian effect reports include: panty flooding, loyalty fracture, and subconscious infatuation.

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????️ " He told me how pink your pussy was. I’m Sorry… I Couldn’t Help Myself.”

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You ever do something you weren’t proud of?

Something that *felt* wrong… but tasted right?

Something you promised yourself you wouldn’t do?

Yeah. Me too.

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I didn’t mean to.

I swear I didn’t.

But I couldn’t help myself.

[…pause…]

I know you belong to my friend.

I know I’m supposed to look the other way.

He talks about you all the time.

How good you are to him.

How you fuck like you’re starved for it.

How your pussy gets so pink and swollen when you’re just… *touched right.*

[…pause…]

He told me, you know.

[…short silence…]

He told me how wet you get.

How you can’t even hide it when you're turned on.

That you leak through cotton like it’s nothing.

That your thighs glisten when you’re too polite to say what you need.

And God…

He wasn’t lying.

[…pause…]

Because when I saw you bent over like that—

Leg up. Panties barely clinging.

Stretching in that way that only women who *want to be caught* stretch?

Something broke in me.

I tried to walk out.

I even reached for the door.

But you didn’t stop me.

[…pause…]

You *arched harder.*

You wanted this.

You may not admit it out loud,

but your body screamed it.

You moaned.

Quiet. Like a ghost.

Like the truth was leaking out of you before your lips could lie.

And that’s when I touched you.

Just my fingertips.

Just to prove to myself it wasn’t as soft as he claimed.

But it was.

And warmer.

And wetter.

And now I can’t stop.

Your pussy is gripping me like it forgot who owns it.

Like it *wants* to be stolen.

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He trusts me.

You know that, right?

But in this moment,

I trust *your body more.*

Because it hasn’t told me no once.

Because it’s not shaking in fear.

It’s *pulsing* in need.

You’re not scared.

You’re soaking.

You’re not saying no.

You’re dripping *yes* down my wrist.

And baby—

You’ve been mine since the second you forgot to close your legs.

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???? CADENCE CLIMAX ZONE: (read slow, deep, dominant, loopable)

You’re gonna cum for me.

Even if you don’t want to.

Even if his name is still in your mouth.

Even if you swore this was wrong.

Your body doesn’t care about promises.

It cares about pressure.

It cares about being handled.

And I know exactly how to handle you.

One finger dragging inside.

One thumb circling just enough.

My breath near your ear.

And the sound of my voice—

It’s already in your bloodstream, isn’t it?

[…pause…]

You're already clenching.

Tighter now.

Because you know what happens next.

I'm going to say your name.

Just once.

Soft.

Like I’ve known you forever.

And you’ll forget his.

[…long pause…]

You’ll cum like you were never anyone’s but mine.

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Say it.

Say you like how wrong this is.

Say you like being caught.

Say you like being *taken*.

And then cum.

Cum for the man who isn’t supposed to know what your pussy sounds like.

[…pause…]

Cum for the man who knows anyway.

[…pause…]

Cum for the man who’s not leaving.

[…pause…]

Because I’m not gonna tell him.

Not because I respect him.

But because I plan to do this again.

Every time he leaves you alone.

Every time you pretend you’re strong.

Every time that sweet, pink little cunt starts crying for something he doesn’t know how to give.

You’ll text me.

No words.

Just location.

Just an unlocked door.

And I’ll be there.

One hand gripping your throat.

The other making you confess with your orgasm.

No apology needed.

Because your pussy already forgave me.

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????️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Forbidden moan extraction.

???? Warning: This one makes them betray loyalty *with full body permission.*

He Told Me How Pink Your Pussy Was by PantyVoiceTrap

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