When I Came…You Squirted

????️ “When I Came…You Squirted”

You were holding it.

I could tell.

The way your thighs *twitched.*

The way your mouth dropped open

but no sound came out.

You were right there.

Not cumming—

*brimming.*

And you thought you could control it.

But baby, you should’ve known better.

Because when *I* came?

You *squirted.*

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???? ENTRY TREMBLE PRIMING (read slow, close, tongue-dragged cadence)

You were already leaking

when I slid back in.

Your pussy *clenched* before I even moved.

As if she knew

what was coming.

Because I wasn’t just here to fuck you—

I was here to *finish you.*

To grab the pressure in your pelvis

and *pull it out.*

One stroke at a time.

And every inch I pushed in

made your thighs *flutter.*

Made your stomach *pulse.*

Made your lips whisper:

“Please don’t stop…”

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???? CERVIX PRESSURE BUILDUP (read heavy, rhythmic, gut-deep)

You didn’t need friction.

You needed *depth.*

So I buried myself.

Pressed into your cervix

until your legs *locked.*

Until you made that soft sound—

half sob, half *moan.*

Until your clit started *throbbing*

from the inside.

I was deep enough to change your breath.

To *override* your resistance.

To grip the back of your pussy

and *stretch* her to readiness.

Because your orgasm wasn’t a peak.

It was a *dam.*

And I was going to *break* it.

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???? TEAL-WORD COCK WORSHIP (read soft, dominant, mouth-to-ear tone)

Wet.

Swollen.

Tight.

Open.

Trembling.

You were everything at once.

Soft in the hips.

Tense in the toes.

Dripping without warning.

And when I said:

“I’m close…”

You *froze.*

Your pussy *locked on.*

Your clit *twitched.*

And you *leaked.*

Because my voice

was the last permission you needed.

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???? MUTUAL CLIMAX TIMING LOOP (read with primal cadence, deep growl overtone)

I came hard.

Buried.

Grunting.

Grinding against your cervix

like I was trying to *mark it.*

And the moment I did?

You *exploded.*

Your thighs shook.

Your back arched.

Your pussy *flooded.*

Not a trickle.

Not a drip.

A *fucking release.*

You squirted like your body was *detonated.*

Like the cum from my cock

hit the *button inside you.*

Like your pussy was wired

to mine.

And baby?

It was.

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???? SQUIRT REPLAY COLLAPSE (read breathy, wrecked, soaked)

You were shaking.

Gasping.

Trembling.

Clutching the sheets like they could *stop you from melting.*

But I didn’t let up.

I fucked you *through it.*

Slow.

Slippery.

Inside your wetness

like it was mine.

Because it was.

It *is.*

You squirted again.

And again.

Until the bed was ruined.

Until your thighs begged me to stop.

Until your cunt *overflowed.*

And I whispered:

“That’s what happens when I cum inside you.”

“You fucking *burst.*”

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???? CLIMAX POSSESSION AFTERMATH (read whispered, low, dominant)

You can’t hide it now.

You can’t say it was an accident.

Or a fluke.

Or just the angle.

You *squirted* because I *fucked the dam open.*

Because my cock owns your response.

Because my rhythm triggers your release.

Because your pussy *wants it.*

Wants me.

Wants *this.*

And she’ll flood again

the next time I cum—

because she remembers

how it felt

to *explode.*

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

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

When I Came…You Squirted by PantyVoiceTrap

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