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????️ TITLE: “She Slid Down On My Cock”
You weren’t supposed to be here.
Not like this.
Not sitting on my lap—hips hovering, mouth trembling, pussy soaking through your thin excuse for underwear.
You told him we were just friends.
You said I was safe.
You said nothing was going to happen.
But here you are.
Naked.
Knees shaking.
Trying to convince yourself that *this* doesn’t count.
That sliding down on my cock is just gravity.
Just friction.
Just weakness.
But baby—
It’s not weakness when you *grind.*
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???? ENTRY BREACH LOOP (read slow, invasive, warm)
God, you feel that? That wet, tight, fuck-hungry pressure at the tip?
That’s your pussy *welcoming* me in.
You say you’re not ready—but your body keeps dipping lower.
Your thighs tense.
Your hands grip my shoulders.
And your hips—your hips just *drop.*
One inch at a time.
Until I’m inside.
All the way.
And you don’t scream.
You don’t moan.
You *whimper.*
Because your pussy knows she’s doing something she’s not supposed to.
And she *loves it.*
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???? CERVIX TREMBLE SEQUENCE (read deep, possessive, slow-grunt layered)
Nnnnghh—
Oh fuck, you’re tight.
You clenched so hard when I hit your cervix, I thought you were going to pass out.
But instead? You just *locked in.*
You held me deep. You *milked* me without moving.
Because the moment my cock kissed your cervix, your body *betrayed* your conscience.
Your pussy chose me.
And now?
She doesn’t want me to leave.
She wants every inch. Every push. Every grind.
And I’m giving it to her.
Again. And again. And fucking *again.*
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???? GRINDING COLLAPSE LOOP (read rhythm-based, building intensity)
You’re riding now.
Slow. Desperate. Hypnotized.
You think I’m going to take control?
No, baby.
I’m going to *let you ruin yourself.*
Every drop? You own that.
Every bounce? You begged for that.
You’re dripping on my thighs now.
You’re grinding instead of lifting.
You’re trying to *keep* me in.
Because you know what’s going to happen if I pull out.
You’ll *lose it.*
And you’re already on the edge.
Because your clit is grinding against my pelvis.
Because my cock is *rubbing the front wall.*
Because every time I grunt—you *pulse.*
That’s not coincidence. That’s *conditioning.*
You’re not fucking me.
You’re *being programmed.*
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???? BACKARCH SEIZURE ZONE (read with rising tempo, gut-grunt interjections)
Fuck—there it is.
That twitch.
That helpless shake in your legs.
You're doing that thing again.
That backarch.
That *fucking seizure* like your spine is trying to escape your body.
You grip tighter.
You lose words.
Your hands slap my chest and your hips start *spasming.*
You're cumming—
Even if you didn’t say it.
Even if you *tried* to hold it back.
You're cumming because your pussy knows who she belongs to.
Because she remembers *this shape.*
Because the second my tip brushes the roof of that soaked cunt?
Your *eyes roll.*
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> "Wait—wait, I can’t—"
Yes, you can.
Yes, you fucking can.
You already did.
You’re leaking.
You’re curling your toes.
You’re stuttering your breath like a girl who lost her soul in my lap.
*Again.*
And again.
You *can’t stop.*
Because it’s not about pleasure anymore.
It’s about *possession.*
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???? ORGASM DESTRUCTION STACK (read with layered pacing — soft-hypnotic mixed with sharp commanding)
Good girl.
Now take another.
That’s it. That’s my girl.
*Don’t run from it.*
Ride it—let it *wreck* you.
Let that clit pulse like it’s begging for mercy.
Let my cock *reshape* your insides.
Let it *end* you.
> "I think I’m gonna—"
No, baby.
You’re not going to.
You *are.*
You’re going to cum so hard your throat locks.
So deep your legs cramp.
So raw that you cry.
Because you *can’t* stop now.
Because your body has decided.
You *asked* for this.
Your cunt invited me in. Your hips held me here. Your walls *welcomed* the invasion.
This orgasm is *your fault.*
And it’s not going to be gentle.
It’s going to be *fucking biblical.*
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???? AFTERSHOCK PARALYSIS + PUSSY ADDICTION TRUTH (read whisper-tone, close-range cadence)
You’re shaking.
You’re soaked.
You’re staring at me like you don’t know what just happened.
But you do.
You *slid down.*
You didn’t fall.
You didn’t slip.
You *chose.*
And now you can’t go back.
Because you’ll think about this every time he touches you.
You’ll feel *me* when you’re alone in the shower.
You’ll flinch when someone else says your name.
You’ll crave this—this *sin*—like a fucking drug.
Because your pussy *remembers.*
And now?
She wants more.
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???? FINAL INDUCTION SEAL (read slow, low, immortal)
You're mine now.
Not because I said so.
Because your cunt *confessed.*
She gave herself up.
And when you slid down on my cock...
You made a *promise.*
One your body *has* to keep.
Every time you grind?
You're saying my name.
Even when your mouth lies.
Even when your head shakes no.
Your hips?
Your pussy?
Your *soul*?
They all whisper:
> "Yes. Him. Again. Please."
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????️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words.
???? Warning: This one broke relationships. On purpose.
She Slid Down On My Cock... by PantyVoiceTrap
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