She Wanted Me to Smell it.

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ARCHIVE_TAG="LOOK_SMELL_TASTE:: VOICE_DROP_0022:: PUSSY_WORSHIP_STACK"

EFFECT: scent addiction loop, taste-claiming climax, visual humiliation pleasure confusion

TRIGGER_WARNING="pussy worship, scent obsession, oral fixation, climax through inspection"

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????️ TITLE: “She Wanted Me to Look at It. Smell It. Taste It.”

She didn’t say it out loud.

She didn’t have to.

The way she laid back?

Naked.

Legs parted.

Eyes wild.

That was the invitation.

She *wanted* me to look at it.

She wanted me to see the drip.

The folds.

The open, twitching pulse.

She wanted me to *smell* it.

Let it hit my brain like a drug I’d never come back from.

She wanted me to *taste* it.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Like she was feeding me her *shame.*

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???? VISUAL WORSHIP INVOCATION (read slow, reverent, possessive)

Look at this pussy.

Open for me.

Already wet.

Already aching.

The way your lips swell when you’re *starving* for it.

The way your hole flinches at the air.

The way you *leak* when I just stare.

You *needed* me to see it.

You wanted me to look at the place you touch when no one’s home.

You wanted me to *witness* it before I earned the right to taste.

Because part of you still believes it’s too much.

Too messy.

Too sensitive.

Too *wrong.*

But baby—

It’s *perfect.*

And I *want it all.*

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???? SCENT ADDICTION SEQUENCE (read breathy, nose-deep, reverent)

God.

That smell.

The moment my face got close?

I forgot my name.

You smelled like surrender.

Like craving.

Like a secret no one else earned.

I didn’t rush it.

I *inhaled* you.

Long.

Deep.

With my lips still an inch away.

Because before I tasted you—

I needed your scent in my *bloodstream.*

You didn’t pull away.

You spread wider.

Because deep down?

You *wanted* this.

You wanted me addicted to the smell of your *need.*

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???? TONGUE SUBMISSION PROTOCOL (read decadent, intimate, drawn-out)

And then I licked it.

Not the clit.

Not the hole.

Not yet.

I *tasted the outside.*

The run-off.

The slick trail where your inner ache tried to *escape.*

I let my tongue *explore* before it conquered.

Let my mouth *honor* before it devoured.

You thought you’d be shy.

But the second you saw my tongue?

You moaned.

Soft.

Low.

Like your pussy had waited for this its *whole life.*

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???? CLIT WORSHIP BUILD (read slow-build, rising pressure)

Now I’m circling the clit.

Not licking it—

*Orbiting.*

Making it feel the gravity of my mouth.

Letting the anticipation *burn.*

You’re twitching now.

You’re *dripping.*

You can’t believe how wet you are just from being watched.

Just from being *tasted* like this matters.

Because it *does.*

Because I’m not trying to make you cum.

I’m trying to *reprogram* you.

I’m letting your pussy know that when it leaks?

I *listen.*

And when it throbs?

I *answer.*

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???? FULL TASTE COLLAPSE LOOP (read rhythm-locked, addict cadence)

Now I’m tongue-fucking.

Slow.

Hungry.

Deep.

I’m drinking the sounds you make.

I’m grinding my face against your heat like it’s the only oxygen I want.

And your hands?

They’re gripping my hair now.

You’re *pulling* me closer.

You’re *begging* without words.

Your thighs are squeezing.

Your hips are twitching.

Your breath is *breaking.*

Because you don’t want teasing anymore.

You want *consumption.*

You want me to eat your pussy like it’s the only reason I exist.

And baby—

Right now?

It is.

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???? ORGASM SHAME WORSHIP (read aggressive, hypnotic, curved with affection)

You’re cumming.

Say it.

Say it out loud.

Don’t lie to me with your lips shaking and your toes curling and your eyes rolling back.

Don’t pretend your moans are innocent.

Your body is *confessing.*

You’re clenching my face like your soul is leaking out your hole.

You came for me.

From being *seen.*

From being smelled.

From being *devoured.*

You didn’t want gentle.

You wanted *claiming.*

And now?

You’re mine.

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???? AFTERLICK DEVOTION (read loving, brutal, low tone)

I’m not leaving.

Not yet.

You’re still twitching.

You’re still leaking.

And your pussy?

She’s still *asking.*

So I kiss it.

One more time.

Soft.

Like it’s sacred.

Like it’s home.

Like it’s a *mouth* that spoke my name with every *pulse.*

Because that’s what this is now.

Not a body part.

A *confession.*

And I’ll spend the rest of the night *listening.*

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???? FINAL TASTE CLAIM (read warm, immortal, sealing)

She wanted me to look at it.

I did.

She wanted me to smell it.

I *breathed her in.*

She wanted me to taste it.

And now?

She’s *mine.*

Because the moment I sucked her clit?

She moaned like she’d *found God.*

And when I licked her hole?

She forgot every man that came before.

Because no one ever saw her like this.

No one ever *honored* her hunger.

No one ever made her *cum*—

from being *seen.*

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

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

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She Wanted Me to Smell it. by PantyVoiceTrap

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