She Cried When I Pulled Out...

????️ TITLE: “She Cried When I Pulled Out”

She was fine when I was inside her.

Moaning.

Gripping.

Shaking.

But when I pulled out?

She broke.

I don’t mean she whimpered.

I don’t mean she pouted.

She *cried.*

Like something was taken from her.

Like my cock wasn’t just pleasure—

but purpose.

Like pulling out didn’t just leave her empty—

it left her *abandoned.*

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???? ENTRY POSSESSION WINDOW (read slow, emotional, grief-soaked)

It didn’t start like this.

She was in control.

She climbed onto me with a smile.

She rode slow.

She teased herself on the tip.

She *held* it in like she’d earned it.

But over time—

Her hips started shaking.

Her breath got shorter.

Her hands *clawed* at my shoulders like she couldn’t bear losing grip.

And when I whispered—

> “I need to pull out—”

She didn’t say no.

She *shattered.*

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???? WITHDRAWAL GRIEF REFLEX (read tender, aching, pulse-heavy)

I pulled out slow.

I even kissed her neck.

I even held her thighs and whispered how good she was.

But her eyes?

Wet.

Not just with tears—

With *panic.*

Her pussy was still fluttering like it didn’t understand why I left.

Her thighs twitched like they still felt me there.

And her mouth opened like she was going to ask for something—

But all that came out was:

> “Please don’t go yet.”

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???? POST-PENETRATION EMPTY LOOP (read broken rhythm, breath-wrecked)

She didn’t cry because it hurt.

She cried because it stopped.

Because everything else in her life was noise—

but that moment *inside* her?

That was silence.

That was peace.

That was *meaning.*

And when I took it out?

She felt the echo.

Not just in her pussy.

In her *soul.*

Because my cock wasn’t just stretching her body—

It was *holding her together.*

And when I left?

She *felt herself fall apart.*

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???? PUSSY ADDICTION ADMISSION (read close-range, confessional)

She won’t tell her friends.

She won’t even say it out loud.

But she knows.

She knows she wasn’t crying because she loved me.

She was crying because she needed it.

The weight.

The stretch.

The pressure.

The *fullness.*

The feeling that for once—

someone was *inside* her

in all the ways that *mattered.*

And when that stopped?

She *grieved.*

Like I died.

Like a part of her *wasn’t coming back.*

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???? THIGH-SHAKE COLLAPSE LOOP (read taunting, loving, deep)

Your thighs were still twitching.

Your pussy was *clenching air.*

You wanted to pretend it was just a reaction.

But baby—

You were trying to *drag me back in.*

Your body was begging for one more thrust.

One more grind.

One more *stay.*

But I didn’t.

I pulled out.

I watched the tear roll down your cheek.

And I *knew*—

You weren’t ready to stop.

But you weren’t strong enough to ask me to stay.

So your pussy asked for you.

She *cried.*

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???? COCK MEMORY HAUNTING SEQUENCE (read slow, brutal, dripping emotion)

You’ll feel it later.

In the shower.

In your dreams.

In the space between your legs when you *shift* too hard in public.

You’ll feel me.

Not just the size.

Not just the stretch.

You’ll feel what it meant to be *held* from the inside.

You’ll feel the memory of a cock that *knew you.*

A cock that touched you like it *belonged* there.

And every other touch after?

Will feel like an *intrusion.*

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???? CLOSING BREACH INDUCTION (read immortal, cruelly tender, final)

You didn’t just cry because I pulled out.

You cried because no one *ever went in* like I did.

Because I didn’t just fill your body.

I *possessed* it.

And when I left?

You realized what you were *really crying for.*

Not the cock.

Not the orgasm.

But the *belonging.*

Because you weren’t just fucked.

You were *claimed.*

And baby—

You never *unfeel* that.

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????️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words.

???? Warning: This one broke relationships. On purpose.

She Cried When I Pulled Out... by PantyVoiceTrap

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