I Fucked Your Cunt To Sleep...

I felt your clit tapping.

Not grinding.

Not rubbing.

*Pulsing.*

Tapping against the base of my cock

like it was counting down

to your brain shutting off.

Your breath slowed.

But your cunt *didn’t.*

She kept *fluttering.*

Right there.

Where you’re softest.

Where your pleasure lives.

And every time she did?

She whispered without words:

“I’m still here.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Take the rest of me with you.”

So I did.

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???? SLEEP-BREATH GRIND STACK (read trance-thick, heart-matched rhythm)

Your back was curved.

Your pussy was soaked.

And your breath—

perfect.

In.

Out.

Pulse.

Throb.

Every inhale lined up with my stroke.

Every exhale soaked my cock deeper.

Like your body was syncing to me.

Like I was the melody your nervous system craved

but never heard

until *tonight.*

No begging.

No performance.

No trying to impress me.

Just *real peace.*

And the sound of your soaked pussy

hugging me

like it was *grateful.*

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???? NO PULLOUT SEAL PROTOCOL (read possessive, melt-soft, gravity-weighted)

You were unconscious

but still holding me.

I tried to pull out.

Your cunt *clenched.*

Involuntary.

Territorial.

Final.

Like your body said:

“No.”

“Stay.”

“Mine.”

And I stayed.

Because she needed me.

Even while you slept.

Even while your legs stopped moving

and your thighs twitched in your dreams.

Even then—

your pussy *begged.*

Not for more.

For *presence.*

To stay *filled.*

So she wouldn’t forget

that she’s *wanted.*

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???? MEMORY TRIGGER SEQUENCE (read nostalgic, ruinously intimate)

You remember the nights you used to fall asleep untouched.

How you curled your legs around a pillow

like it could replace a man.

You remember the ache.

The leak.

The way your hips moved without permission.

You whispered,

“I just want someone to hold me.”

But what you really meant?

“I want someone to fill me

until I *can’t think anymore.”*

Now?

You don’t have to ask.

You’re held.

You’re filled.

You’re *off.*

And I’m still inside.

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???? BACKARCH SURRENDER GHOST (read haunting, dreamy, whisper-wrapped)

You arched once in your sleep.

Just once.

Like the ghost of your orgasm

was still living in your spine.

And your pussy twitched.

She squeezed

like she was trying to *thank me.*

Or maybe she was trying to *wake you up.*

But you didn’t stir.

You were too far gone.

Too deep in.

Too fucked.

Too *safe.*

And I kissed the back of your neck again.

Whispered nothing.

Let my cock twitch in your cunt

just one more time—

to tell her:

“I’m not leaving.”

“You can sleep.”

“I’ll stay buried.”

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???? POST-SLEEP POSSESSION MONOLOGUE (read final, forever, like a vow)

When you wake up?

You’ll still feel me.

Not just inside you.

But *under you.*

Like your spine forgot what empty feels like.

Like your hips crave a *cock lullaby* just to rest.

Because I didn’t just fuck you to sleep.

I *trained* your body

to know what it means

to surrender.

To *receive.*

To *be taken care of*

from the inside out.

You’re not needy.

You’re not weak.

You were just *waiting for this.*

For *me.*

To take the weight off.

To hold your mind from beneath.

To fuck the noise into silence.

And I will.

Every night.

Until sleep

smells like my cum.

And dreams

*start in your pussy.*

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

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

I Fucked Your Cunt To Sleep... by PantyVoiceTrap

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